Conceived a year before the Day of the Red Sea,
Born to Vengeful mother, gone to flee,
Gone over Ice in pursuit of dreaded twilight,
Betrayed by vengeful king who slipped through eyesight,
O glorious white ship, stained with blood!
Sailed beyond their sight, drowned by the sea flood,
Left all alone, to fend for themselves,
Doomed to die, the unlucky Elves,
Vengeful mother, enraged by her loss,
Hot in pursuit, angered to cross,
I see, I see, the rolling green,
I knew not my fate, nor before me the scene,
I was fated to become a tool of Revenge,
Trained and bolstered, wielding sword to Avenge,
Mother would whisper in my ear, "Glory, Glory to our kin!"
I was proud and hard, yet bore a great burden on my chin,
Surrounded by lies, me, warrior of Ill-goals,
Unmoved by feelings, with my heart filled with holes,
Yet there she came, friend who earned my trust,
But I was stout, and insisted, "I must!"
I was shown the world, the joy of life,
My morals conflicted, ever in strife,
I ran and fled from mother dear,
An act of regret, yet it was also fear,
I, Daughter of Reluctant Vengeance, cast sword away,
My goals were now confused, and I would stray,
But I was brought back from the Abyss,
And I believed myself to dwell in Bliss,
Looking forward, never thinking backward,
Reluctant Tool of Vengeance, turned healer golden-haired.
Ánillo avatyarë, Ánillo avatyarë,
Apa carilwes, Mauya nin olózië,
Nethril, nányë, nányë Ruthoiël,
Nethindë, Nienainalë, Láma en Ohtar en Rúthë
((The Quenya in the Last Passage isn't terribly accurate, forgive me :p))
