How It All Began - Ainur

Listen for her steps over the moor

Call that is not heard distant contour

She will walk alone where all things fade

For nobody knows the weeping maid

And she wanders in her blindfold

Wilful quest for her own despair

Never wonder who she was once or from what

Estrangement she came

Listen for her steps over the moor

Call that is not heard distant contour

She will walk alone where all things fade

For nobody knows the weeping maid

Do not ask who she belongs to

Do not try to find out her name

Chasing after the malediction of which she was

Never aware

Listen for her steps over the moor

Call that is not heard distant contour

She will be alone when all hopes fade

No-one will console the weeping maid

Listen for her steps over the moor

Call that is not heard distant contour

She will be alone when all hopes fade

No-one will console the weeping maid