"Song of the Mounds of Mundburg" is up on YouTube! (Patreon)

Song of the Mounds of Mundburg - Clamavi De Profundis Ft. Eurielle

We are sorry for the delay and confusion, but upon careful consideration we have decided to post this song. Given the significant amount of very negative comments we received regarding our collaboration, we took time to analyze what people were saying before deciding whether we should post it. We really appreciate all the positive comments and support we received! To be clear, this collaboration on both sides is exclusive to this work of art. Our only goal is to create a beautiful song honoring and sharing J.R.R. Tolkien’s amazing literary work. We would hope that our music speaks for itself. Thank you for your patience. We are starting up YouTube memberships! Just click the join button on any of our videos to get started! 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 Here is our version of J.R.R. Tolkien's poem, "Song of the Mounds of Mundburg" featuring Eurielle! We hope you enjoy it:) Violin & Viola performed by: Sanya - Sanyaviolist https://bit.ly/2ZATAQz Cello performed by: Norlene - CelloArt https://bit.ly/3s2TXxK My brother composed and arranged the piece. My family sang it along with Eurielle. You can find Eurielle's Tolkien inspired songs here: https://bit.ly/3rghtrP Please no bad language in the comments. We want this to be family friendly:) Thank you! Lyrics: Song of the Mounds of Mundburg: We heard of the horns in the hills ringing, the swords shining in the South-kingdom, Steeds went striding to the Stoningland as wind in the morning. War was kindled. There Théoden fell, Thengling mighty, to his golden halls and green pastures in the Northern fields never returning, high lord of the host. Harding and Guthláf, Dúnhere and Déorwine, doughty Grimbold, Herefara and Herubrand, Horn and Fastred, fought and fell there in a far country: in the Mounds of Mundburg under mould they lie with their league-fellows, lords of Gondor. Neither Hirluin the Fair to the hills by the sea, nor Forlong the old to the flowering vales ever, to Arnach, to his own country returned in triumph; nor the tall bowmen, Derufin and Duilin, to their dark waters, meres of Morthond under mountain-shadows. Death in the morning and at day's ending lords took and lowly. Long now they sleep under grass in Gondor by the Great River Grey now as tears, gleaming silver, red then it rolled, roaring water: foam dyed with blood flamed at sunset; as beacons mountains burned at evening; red fell the dew in Rammas Echor.