Magic...

On the road from night to day
See the fairies flewn away.
On the road from day to night
See the elves in deepest white.

Who sit on the heaven's throne
From the emeralds and bone?
Who's in hell under the ground,
Where the Death and flames around?

Who are foes and who are friends
In these immortal lands?
Who's the king of our world?
Listen to the ocean soul...

Our world,all, you can see
Is an elvish legasy.
It's a legasy for us -
In this world we will be last.

From silver and from gold
Elves created our world.
But forgot and flew away.
Only one of them there stayed.

Lady from elf-folk slill dwells.
She remembers it so well.
And at night she often thinks
About her black broken wings.

Do you know, that under stones
In the cave, full swords and bones,
She hid antiont elvish book,
Which for ages we couldn't look.

She hid Gandalf's magic lore,
Key for stones of Feanor.
Book, so many years old,
Hides the history of world.

But, under her broken wings
Lady hides twenty rings.
Ages ago this treasure was
Brought from the Middle Earth.

Three - for the elvish kings under the heavens of Varda.
Seven - for dwarfs, who work under ground.
Nine - for the people, who chose this road.
And one for the Majesty, Keeper of Arda.