Words by Philippa Boyens, translated into Old English (Rohirric) by David Salo, music by Howard Shore
Old English (Rohirric) Heo næfre wacode dægred To bisig mid dægeweorcum
Ac oft heo wacode sunnanwanung Þonne nihtciele creap geond moras And on þære hwile Heo dreag þa losinga Ealra þinga þe heo forleas. Heo swa oft dreag hire sawle sincende Heo ne cuðe hire heortan lust.
'She never watched the morning rising, Too busy with the day's first chores, But oft she would watch the sun's fading, As the cold of night crept across the moors. And in that moment She felt the loss Of everything that had been missed. So used to feeling the spirit sink, She had not felt her own heart's wish.
