O Beren, sweetest to my heart!
Alas - to doom that we should part!
I find thee not, I hear no more
Thy fairest song of days of yore.
How may I Dairon look upon?
For he betrayed me 'neath the throne
Of my proud father, he who set
His mind on jewels - how to get
Immortal, precious stones of old -
The Silmarils, with power they hold.

But I care not for all these things.
No more with nightingales I sing:
I am locked up and watched by guards.
My only comfort - nightly stars;
Of sorrows mine I speak to skies,
And into dark drown my soft cries...

(с)kRu, 04.07.2003

I am as Luthien unto ye -
My Love, She healeth thy wounds.
I walk, and I run, and I search for ye,
Beloved, my Only One;
And I am - your Only Sun.
Fierce and brave, I'll fight for ye
My spell - it wickedly croons
I swear three times my Oath to thee:
My Life is for you to take.
My Passion - for you to wake.

O!-let the Dread and the Dead come forth!
Our Love will strive and endure!
We walk, and we run, and we know no grief:
My Life is for you to take.
My Passion - for you to wake.
We will withstand - Help Us, Our Oath!
For sorrows we'll find a cure.
Together forever, though Time is brief,
Beloved, my Only One;
And I am - your Only Sun.

(c)kRu, 2002