"The Song of Eärendil (Part III)" is up on YouTube! (Patreon)

The Song of Eärendil (Part III) - Clamavi De Profundis

Please check out our Patreon page! We are very grateful for your support of our music! https://www.patreon.com/clamavideprofundis Help support our channel! Please check out our new merchandise! Get our logo on shirts, mugs, phone cases and more! https://goo.gl/552Hev Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/ClamaviDe We greatly appreciate our viewers and thank you all for your support of our music! Here is our final installment of J.R.R. Tolkien's poem, "The Song of Eärendil!" We hope you enjoy it:) We are unable to get permission to sell this song so we are posting it here free for your enjoyment. If you want a copy of the mp3, we are offering it to those who support us on Patreon! Video Artwork by: Chris Johnson https://www.outofthedustdesigns.com/ My brother composed and arranged the piece. My family sang it. Please no bad language in the comments. We want this to be family friendly:) Thank you! Lyrics: "The Song of Eärendil" (Part III) A ship then new they built for him of mithril and of elven-glass with shining prow; no shaven oar nor sail she bore on silver mast: the Silmaril as lantern light and banner bright with living flame to gleam thereon by Elbereth herself was set, who thither came and wings immortal made for him, and laid on him undying doom, to sail the shoreless skies and come behind the Sun and light of Moon. From Evereven's lofty hills where softly silver fountains fall his wings him bore, a wandering light, beyond the mighty Mountain Wall. From World's End then he turned away, and yearned again to find afar his home through shadows journeying, and burning as an island star on high above the mists he came, a distant flame before the Sun, a wonder ere the waking dawn where grey the Norland waters run. And over Middle-earth he passed and heard at last the weeping sore of women and of elven-maids in Elder Days, in years of yore. But on him mighty doom was laid, till Moon should fade, an orbéd star to pass, and tarry never more on Hither Shores where Mortals are; for ever still a herald on an errand that should never rest to bear his shining lamp afar, the Flammifer of Westernesse."