in the ancient forest a funeral...

king and lord, fell into oblivion

he fell asleep...

and when they burred him, there was no thunder in the sky

his people didn't mourn him, there were no tears, horns never played

only few old men, were humming mysterious melody, when wooden stake

got consumed by flames, his ashes were buried in silence...

at the grave you can see, only one human shape, a person that suddenly

interrupts silent peace of this night, screaming: forgive me, father!

from this day my name is folkien!