Galadriel

(There is a) strange quiet in crowns of trees
Only raindrops break the silence
Beauty of naked fairies
In the darkness of infernal dance
Those touches of their lips
And bodies luring you
But you feel like
A prisoner nailed to stones
There's black heaven and red sun over my head...
Horizon is gray in the garden of thorns
In this nameless time, with ruins of hopes
(Melting in the) rivers of oblivion, forgotten by the time