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Track: Grace of the Elves Album: Shadows Over Middle-earth Lyrics by Phantasy Music Realms Music by Suno Lyrics: [Verse 1] Across the stream, the night grows fair A softer world, a watching stare Where Elven eyes see more than flesh And read the truth we try suppress White waters cleanse our weary eyes As Lórien’s light before us lies No harsh decree, no debt to pay Just rest until the break of day [Pre-Chorus] Even the immortal bow their head For a wandering soul not truly dead Not lost to dark nor claimed by night But hidden now from mortal sight [Chorus] Amongst the Grace of the Elves Where ancient sorrow dwells A breeze that whispers through the trees And lifts the hearts of those who grieve [Verse 2] Galadriel’s eyes, like starlit seas Reflect what was — what yet must be A gaze into the the mirrored pool It show the truths, none can fool Small hands, hold the fate of all And feel the weight, the darkness calls The ring grows loud where words grow thin A war unseen beneath his skin [Pre-Chorus] Even the immortal bow their head For a wandering soul not truly dead Not lost to dark nor claimed by night But hidden now from mortal sight [Chorus] Amongst the Grace of the Elves Where ancient sorrow dwells A breeze that whispers through the trees And lifts the hearts of those who grieve [Verse 3] The blood of kings flows through his veins Yet doubt and fear, in his mind reigns A crown unclaimed, a line undone The past still lingers, never gone At his side, Boromir remains A hero torn as fate ordains He feels the call to guard his land Yet falters at the ring’s command [Pre-Chorus] Even the immortal bow their head For a wandering soul not truly dead Not lost to dark nor claimed by night But hidden now from mortal sight [Chorus] Amongst the Grace of the Elves Where ancient sorrow dwells A breeze that whispers through the trees And lifts the hearts of those who grieve