Shadow lies between us
as you came, so you shall leave from us
time and storm shall scatter all things
Sorrowing you must go, and yet you are not without hope
For you are not bound to the circles of this world.
You are not bound to loss and silence.
All things must pass away,
All life is doomed to fade…
(„The Grace of the Valar”, also known as Breath of Life. In original it is written in Sindarin language and sung by the women of the The London Voices:
Immen dúath caeda
Sui tollech, tami gwannathach omen
Lû ah alagos gwinnatha bain
Boe naer gwannathach, annant uich ben-estel
An uich gwennen na ringyrn e-mbar han*
Uich gwennen na ‘wanath ah na dhín.
Boe naid bain gwannathar,
Boe cuil ban firitha…)
„Extinguish my eyes, I’ll go on seeing you.
Seal my ears, I’ll go on hearing you.
And without feet I can make my way to you,
without a mouth I can swear your name.
Break off my arms, I’ll take hold of you
with my heart as with a hand.
Stop my heart, and my brain will start to beat.
And if you consume my brain with fire,
I’ll feel you burn in every drop of my blood.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke