Time flies, life flows slowly.
In the forest of gold I´ve found you
your gold hair swaying freely
around your angelic face
Quietly you turned on my call
o maiden of the fair Lothlórien
where you opened your heart to mine
Time flies, life races on.
In the rainy dusk I looked for you
by the white field where the dead lied
among which I found you resting solemnly
Gray sky was crying bitterly
my sorrow now eternal
as you departed to Halls of your kin
Time flies, life goes on.
Darkness and sorrow had long since possessed my heart
obscuring the path I thread from my eyes
ever since light faded from your star
in the dark of the night where shadows are.
