Galadriel - Lost Paths Of Unicorns Lyrics
A breeze is tearing down the leaves of the trees(That are) falling asleep in the colors of FallAgain, I can hear that strange beat of the EarthThat melancholy neigh and sorth of the nostrilsThe strokes of hoofs sound again over the landI can see them again galloping gracefullyTheir blowing white manes, a tender sharp horn on their browOnly a virgin could touch their graceAnd feel the touch of their eyelashes in her palmJust today, when I'm scrolling across the forestAnd that ancient touch is warming my palmsJust today, I'm trying to find the traces of UNICORNSAs if their traces were still warmBut those paths have been overgrown with grassFor a long time...