The Ballad of Eltherion (sweet)

(Verse 1) El-feh-rion, poor mourning youth, grief lay cold upon your truth. Your bride was lost ere vows were done, before the night of love begun. (chorus)  Sing of El-feh-rion, sing his name,  his blade was hard, his heart aflame.  Sing of El-feh-rion, sing his pain,  he sang his soul to stone again. (Verse 2) He hunted beasts of night and fear, death to all that lingered near. But vengeance never eased his cry, only frost and endless sky. (Verse 3) He forged the swords, he forged the spears, walked alone through fading years— to Anisha’s ancient hall, where gates of stone received his call. (chorus)  Sing of El-feh-rion, sing his name,  his blade was hard, his heart aflame.  Sing of El-feh-rion, sing his pain,  he sang his soul to stone again. (Coda) So mourn his path, remember well, in stone no heart finds peace to dwell. A song of sorrow, song of flame, a broken heart, a broken name.