Howard Shore "The Funeral of Théodred" lyrics

Translation to:enesroto

The Funeral of Théodred

Nú on théostrum licgeth Théodred se léofahæ´letha holdost.ne sceal hearpan sweg wigend weccean;ne winfæ´t gylden guma sceal healdan,ne god hafoc geond sæ´l swingan,ne se swifta mearh burhstede beatan.

Bealocwealm hafað fréone frecan forth onsended1giedd sculon singan gléomenn sorgiendeon Meduselde thæt he ma no wærehis dryhtne dyrest and maga deorost.

The Funeral of Theodred

Now dear Theodred lies in darkness,most loyal of fighters.The sound of the harp shall not wake the warrior;nor shall the man hold a golden wine-cup,nor good hawk swing through the hall,nor the swift horse stamp in the courtyard.

An evil death has set forth the noble warriorA song shall sing sorrowing minstrelsin Meduseld that he is no more,to his lord dearest and kinsmen most beloved.

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