Mirra velor (5.5 cover)

^^ English translation awaiteth thee below ^^

Verily, I am a native speaker of this most ancient and nigh-forgotten tongue. Nay, thou shalt not demand proof.

In elder days, I wrought this curious linguistic abomination for one purpose alone: to discover whether Suno possessed the wit and fortitude to give voice unto a wholly fictional language which, by mysteries unfathomable even unto the most learned and venerable sages of old, began to sound most suspiciously legitimate.

Many moons thereafter, I returned unto this forsaken relic, fashioned a cover thereof for mine own amusement, and ... woe betide me ... found the result far more pleasing than any mortal had cause to expect.

And thus ... behold, here we stand.

Shouldst thou deem this work ridiculous, thy judgment shall not be held against thee. All grievances concerning grammar, pronunciation, etymology, or grievous offences against the sacred laws of linguistics may be laid before the venerable scholars of the Imaginary High Council, who through untold centuries have devoted themselves to the solemn preservation of this ancient nonsense.

And should any soul dare inquire: aye, the grammar is flawless.

Probably.

May the forgotten tongue forgive us all ...

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Lyrics

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ᚠᚢᚦ ═══ ᚛ V E R S E ᚜ ═══ ᚦᚢᚠ

Vandrar sënrhal, taldur mön drah,

Miriën serath, khorin yon sah.

Laimar ventrah, soldurën fal,

Tharön ellith, in drundor’s qual.

ᚱᛉᛟ ══ ᚛ C H O R U S ᚜ ══ ᛟᛉᚱ

Ithran d’relth, yonar ve gran,

Veshlor'shíndra, ën sohn val'nan.

Lahrin yen tesh, valdurë tham,

Mirra velor, in tartha lam.

ᚠᚢᚦ ═══ ᚛ V E R S E ᚜ ═══ ᚦᚢᚠ

Haltren d’rúma, seldath’ron tai,

Durnor felith, yonrath bën vai.

Thrinor ilanth, vel'marë siel,

Korinth laseth, ir dulmorë fiel.

ᚱᛉᛟ ══ ᚛ C H O R U S ᚜ ══ ᛟᛉᚱ

Ithran d’relth, yonar ve gran,

Veshlor'shíndra, ën sohn val'nan.

Lahrin yen tesh, valdurë tham,

Mirra velor, in tartha lam.

ᛇᛏᛇ ─ ᚛ I N T E R L U D E ᚜ ─ ᛇᛏᛇ

ᚠᚢᚦ ═══ ᚛ V E R S E ᚜ ═══ ᚦᚢᚠ

Valeth yn'dra, serith lam'nur,

Farnë talrith, en dönren sur.

Talën verash, lorëthëi phal,

Mithren ilal, lostral tal'lal.

Fronë lashmir, vel'druth en sol,

Nirithëi talë, maldorë vol.

Selnar falith, thûrnën gal,

Ithrandor velsh, in tirën hal.

ᛉᛟ ═ ᚛ F I N A L C H O R U S ᚜ ═ ᛟᛉ

Ithran d’relth, yonar ve gran,

Veshlor'shíndra, ën sohn val'nan.

Lahrin yen tesh, valdurë tham,

Mirra velor, in tartha lam.

Mirra velor, in tartha lam.

ᛞᛇᛞ ═══ ᚛ O U T R O ᚜ ═══ ᛞᛇᛞ

Fornë silthar, ëlondrën vei,

Mirën drelth, nëron thur lai.

Mirën drelth, nëron thur lai.

ᚠᛟᚠ ───── ᚛ E N D ᚜ ───── ᚠᛟᚠ

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English Translation (Dare ye not cast doubt upon the translation.)

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ᚠᚢᚦ ═══ ᚛ V E R S E ᚜ ═══ ᚦᚢᚠ

No laughter now answers the cold morning rain,

At first light we bury the last of our slain.

What little remains, to our shoulders we bind,

Then leave all we knew and our homeland behind.

ᚱᛉᛟ ══ ᚛ C H O R U S ᚜ ══ ᛟᛉᚱ

Where the mountains loom black over valleys of snow,

Old fires lie quenched in the ruins below.

We shelter one ember through exile and rain,

Till the spirit of our people burns fierce once again

ᚠᚢᚦ ═══ ᚛ V E R S E ᚜ ═══ ᚦᚢᚠ

The land opens softly where no road can be found,

Pale shapes drift before us, sifting ash to the ground.

Beneath ashen heavens, past woodland and vale,

They flicker ahead as we follow their trail.

ᚱᛉᛟ ══ ᚛ C H O R U S ᚜ ══ ᛟᛉᚱ

Where the mountains loom black over valleys of snow,

Old fires lie quenched in the ruins below.

We shelter one ember through exile and rain,

Till the spirit of our people burns fierce once again

ᛇᛏᛇ ─ ᚛ I N T E R L U D E ᚜ ─ ᛇᛏᛇ

ᚠᚢᚦ ═══ ᚛ V E R S E ᚜ ═══ ᚦᚢᚠ

At last on the ridge, weathered stones catch the light,

Their carvings worn shallow, their edges frost-white.

We cut back the thorns and strike steel against stone,

Till amber light watches where cold reigned alone.

Warm shadows move softly on lichen-clad walls,

And old grief grows quiet as the firelight falls.

Beyond the old rampart, the dark country lies,

And for one breath we see through our forefathers’ eyes.

ᛉᛟ ═ ᚛ F I N A L C H O R U S ᚜ ═ ᛟᛉ

Where the mountains loom black over valleys of snow,

Old fires lie quenched in the ruins below.

We shelter one ember through exile and rain,

Till the spirit of our people burns fierce once again

Till the spirit of our people burns fierce once again

ᛞᛇᛞ ═══ ᚛ O U T R O ᚜ ═══ ᛞᛇᛞ

When our own shadows join those that guided us here,

May they rise through the mist when lost footsteps draw near.

May they rise through the mist when lost footsteps draw near.

ᚠᛟᚠ ───── ᚛ E N D ᚜ ───── ᚠᛟᚠ