How It All Began

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 namе
Chasing after the malediction of which shе 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

Ainur