[Poem] The Sound

Hrë vyastèln teronressre varnire
Hrë vyastèln teronressre varnire

Nindòrá edin vórthetu, ràrana Tiziare Úefilanre
Hùrinye irhùrúl, on mennetye irfàrúl
Nindòrá, nindòrá...

Hrèv? Vyastèln valántòlevrye havas
Náyeyon arsarín témaveth havássèl

Varnæ on latíeyel náyetu rùnedon
Iryrentæl náyere làfyèl herían
Nindòrá, nindòrá...

Fíorniníu garthíni íz on drele
Ye hùrinye edrye nenàr vòryathtyu

Nindòrá edin vórthetu, ràrana Tiziare Úefilanre
Hùrinye irhùrúl, on mennetye irfàrúl…
Nindòrá, nindòrá...

I hear the sound of something beginning
I hear the sound of something beginning

Gather around the fire, children of Tiziar the Everlasting
There are stories to be told and songs to be sung
Gather around, gather around...

Do you hear it? The sound of the distant waves
Waiting for us to begin our journey

The stars and the moon are kind to us
Let us make the first step now
Gather around, gather around…

Within words is engraved time and emotion
And through stories men become heroes

Gather around the fire, children of Tiziar the Everlasting
There are stories to be told and songs to be sung...
Gather around, gather around...