Channel: Clamavi De Profundis

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Description: Please check out our Patreon page! We are very grateful for your support of our music! patreon.com/clamavideprofundis Help support our channel! Please check out our new merchandise! Get our logo on shirts, mugs, phone cases and more! goo.gl/552Hev Twitter: twitter.com/ClamaviDe We greatly appreciate our viewers and thank you all for your support of our music! Here is our version of J.R.R. Tolkien's poem, "The Song of Eärendil (Part I)!" We hope you enjoy it:) We are unable to get permission to sell this song so we are posting it here free for your enjoyment. If you want a copy of the mp3, we are offering it to those who support us on Patreon! Video Artwork by Giovanni Calore. Check out his amazing work here! artstation.com/giovanni_calore My brother composed and arranged the piece. My family sang it. Please no bad language in the comments. We want this to be family friendly:) Thank you! Lyrics: "The Song of Eärendil" (Part I) "Eärendil was a mariner that tarried in Arvernien; he built a boat of timber felled in Nimbrethil to journey in; her sails he wove of silver fair, of silver were her lanterns made, her prow was fashioned like a swan, and light upon her banners laid. In panoply of ancient kings, in chainéd rings he armoured him; his shining shield was scored with runes to ward all wounds and harm from him; his bow was made of dragon-horn, his arrows shorn of ebony; of silver was his habergeon, his scabbard of chalcedony; his sword of steel was valiant, of adamant his helmet tall, an eagle-plume upon his crest, upon his breast an emerald. Beneath the Moon and under star he wandered far from northern strands, bewildered on enchanted ways beyond the days of mortal lands. From gnashing of the Narrow Ice where shadow lies on frozen hills, from nether heats and burning waste he turned in haste, and roving still on starless waters far astray at last he came to Night of Naught, and passed, and never sight he saw of shining shore nor light he sought. The winds of wrath came driving him, and blindly in the foam he fled from west to east and errandless, unheralded he homeward sped.