O’children of Eorl farewell! Kindred and green banners are gone now, your memory sweet and faint as evening dusk’s glow, leaving only wilderness to conquer and grow. Farewell playful children of the plains, you gifted the fondest memories so sweet, of thrilling laughter and light thuds of running soft feet's, mournfully your lovely reminiscence wanes. Farewell fair riders of the mark, a delightful guest you were with your golden hair, flowing wild without care on a beloved mare. your deeds and glorious past wandered into the dark. Farewell shieldmaiden's protective hands, earth and folks all under your command, forgotten deeds painted like grains in a windful sand, gone now are caretakers traces of the land. Farewell to old kings withered bones, entombed silent in cold stones, where sweet simbelmynë covers their lonely homes, as a gentle remembrance of their lost throne. Shush I whisper… Be still and listen to the wind, rolling over forgotten plains and hills, echoes of thundering hooves and children's laughter, is still hidden within.