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Helm's Deep - Howard Shore

Hwær cwóm helm? Hwaer cwóm byrne?

Hwær cwóm feax flówende? HD

Hwær cwóm hand on hearpestrenge?

Hwær cwóm scir fýr scinende?

Héo dréag ðá losinga

Earla ðinga ðe héo forléas

Heo naefre wacode degred

To bisig mid degeweorcum

Ac oft heo wacode sunnanwanung

Donne nihtciele creap geond moras

And on paere hwile

Heo dreag pa losinga

Earla pinga pe heo forleas

Heo swa oft dreag hire sawle sincende

Heo ne cupe hire heortan lust

She never watched the morning rising

Too busy with the day's first chores

But oft she would watch the sun's fading

As the cold of night crept across the moors

And in that moment she felt the loss

Of everything that had been missed

So used to feeling the spirit sink

She had not felt her own heart's wish