A Lament For Gunther
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Title: A Lament For Gunther
Author: Belfolas
The sun has set upon our realm;
A great light has gone out.
I ask the winds of my dear friend
But he is not about.
O Conqueror of death's grey robe
Come now in all your pride!
But ever shall we wait i vain,
He has gone with the eventide.
The North Wind blows.
The South Wind cries.
The East Wind tarries.
The West Wind dies.
Forever shall we call you name
In wishes you will return.
Forever in the Elven heart
A thought of you shall burn.
O Gunther! Mantagollo!
Why leave you these green shores?
A voice now calls to answer mine,
"He's tired of tears and wars^!"
The North Wind blows.
The South Wind cries.
The East Wind tarries.
The West Wind dies.
Then live in peace, O elvenking.
O Elvenking of old,
With shining face and slender bow
And hair a mane of gold.
Tomorrow will take you away.
May the sun be where you roam!
Forever shall we think of thee
As you cut the silver foam.
The North Wind blows.
The South Wind cries.
The East Wind tarries.
The West Wind dies.
But ever you'll remain.