Howard Shore - Uglúk's Warriors lyrics

THE MISSING text by PHILIPPA BOYENS, translation by DAVID SALO ( OLD ENGLISH ) Héo næfre wacode dægréd Tó bisig mid dægeweorcum Ac oft héo wacode sunnanwanung Thonne nihtciele créap geond móras (( She never watched the morning rising Too busy with the day's first chores. But oft she would watch the sun's fading As the cold of night crept across the moors. )) And on thære hwíle Héo dréag thá losinga Ealra thinga the héo forléas. Héo swá oft dréag hire sáwle sincende Héo ne cúthe hire heortan lust. (( And in that moment She felt the loss Of everything that had been missed. So used to feeling the spirit sink She had not felt her own heart's wish. ))