Words by Philippa Boyens,
translated into Old English (Rohirric) by David Salo,
music by Howard Shore

Old English (Rohirric)
Héo naefre wacode dægréd 
Tó bisig mid dægeweorcum 

Ac oft héo wacode sunnanwanung 
Ðonne nihtciele créap geond móras 
And on ðaere hwile 
Héo dréag ðá losinga 
Earla ðinga ðe héo forléas. 
Héo swá oft dréag hire sáwle sincende 
Héo ne cúðe 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.