Hi, I'm Anguirel and I'll be performing Maedhros Dylan's smash hit soul-wail Shelter from the Oath, performed on a Noldorin harp with several percussionists in the background representing different Sons of Feanor. Without further ado:
'Twas in another Sun-Age, one of toil and blood
When Kinslayin' was common and the road was full of mud
I came in from the Anfauglith, handless and friendless both.
"Come in," he said,
"I'll give you shelter from the Oath."
And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I'll always do my best for him, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death, with Valar paralysed by sloth
"Come in," he said,
"I'll give you shelter from the Oath."
Not a sword was slung between us, there was little risk involved
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved.
To rescue and to heal valiant Fingon isn’t loth.
"Come in," he said,
"I'll give you shelter from the Oath."
I was burned out from Utumno, buried in the hail,
Chained about and tortured an' hung out o’er the trail,
Hunted like a Petty-Dwarf, as they later quoth.
"Come in," he said,
"I'll give you shelter from the Oath."
Suddenly I turned around and he was standin' there
He saw my iron bracelet and to defy them he’d dare
He flew right up on Thorondor, without some feeble moth
"Come in," he said,
"I'll give you shelter from the Oath."
Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost
I took too much for granted, and Ulfang double-crossed.
Just to think of his deep cloven helm inspires sorrow’s growth.
"Come in," he’d said,
"I'll give you shelter from the Oath."
Well, Curufin works on hard knives and Celegorm rides a mount
But nothing really matters now, it's doom alone that counts
And Amras, Amrod, hunters, they felt futile wroth.
"Come in," he said,
"I'll give you shelter from the Oath."
I've heard babes lost in woods wailin' like a mournin' dove
And Caranthir in anger, stranded without love.
Do I understand your question, Elf, our hopeless plighted troth?
"Come in," he’d said,
"I'll give you shelter from the Oath."
In a little hilltop fortress, Maglor and I grew cold
I bargained for a Union and I caught us in Doom’s fold.
I wanted independence but I got me no Arbroath.
"Come in," he’d said,
"I'll give you shelter from the Oath."
Well, I'm livin' in the grey Halls but I'm bound to cross the line
Beauty cut me sorely, when I tried to make it mine.
If I could only turn back the clock to a fiery, headstrong youth
"Come in," he said,
"I'll give you shelter from the Oath."
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Among the friendly dead, being bad at games did not seem to matter
-Il Lupo Fenriso
Last edited by Anguirel; 04-17-2006 at 02:00 PM.
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