Whither the Lords of Elf-Land? (Castle Grief: Tarvannion)

[instrumental intro] [instrumental] [verse] Whither the lords of elf-land gone? And whither their glory, now left in stone? Once verdant field, now blackened fen, And forgotten all that was back then. (forgotten, forgotten, forgotten) [verse] Where now the spires that caressed the sky, in elder days, in brighter time? Those silver voices, a lost refrain, That echoes not in hall nor plain. (forgotten, forgotten, forgotten) [verse] Gone the wisdom, the ancient art. That raised men's souls, enflamed their hearts. Now forests mourn, dark rivers weep, for secrets lost in dreamless sleep. (forgotten, forgotten, forgotten) [Chorus] Return to us, oh elf-kind. Restore the knowledge to our minds. Rekindle us with your flame: Return! The glory, honor, and fame! [verse] No more the forge's fiery glow, with heat from spells that ebb and flow... Only ruins now, 'neath stars' cold light. Still whisper tales of men's lost might. (forgotten, forgotten, forgotten) [verse] In dream alone doth mem'ry stir of days when men and elf were brothers. In twilit woods their echoes call. In lands where shadow deep doth fall. (forgotten, forgotten, forgotten) [chorus] [verse] So fades the age of myth and lore from minds of men, from shore to shore. Yet in those hearts of them who yearn Fires of elder days still burn. And they are not quite forgotten. (forgotten, forgotten, forgotten) [instrumental] [outro] . . . [end]