Now here I stand, br felt malice in chains, br hands swollen, stained, br broken sword in hand. br The battle may seem won br but hasn't this war just begun? br br I lost my kin on the fields of Pelennor, br to her mother a daughter proud and fair. br Tell me what we waged this battle for? br I caress her, my hands through her hair. br br Hoping for a King to come, a prayer I whisper, br one more salute at the body of my dead sister, br My cries resound unheard, br my mourning left unearthed. br br I dug her a grave with words from my mouth br that saturday as the sun culminated in the South. br My only solace was of no availl br as it came from a hand of betrayal. br br I lost my kin on the fields of Pelennor, br to her man a lover and wife loyal and clear. br Tell me what we waged this battle for? br I hold her face for no more can my hands mear. br br I cried her a river from the heart to my eyes br this sunday as the sun rose high into the skies. br My only solace comes from a source without end, br Princess of Assur, loved like a sister, always at hand. br br I lost my kin on the fields of Pelennor, br to her brother a sister without end. br I do not know what we waged this battle for, br But as the day dawns, pain recedes, a heart mend. br br Again here I stand, br malice rinsed by rain, br hands healing in pain, br reforged blade in hand.