Carol Capers
1. O Come O Come Tinuviel
O come O come Tinúviel
And ransom him whom you love so well
That dwells in dark captiv'ty here
Until the pit of Sauron's lair's laid bare
Rejoice, rejoice, and flee that pit of hell
They come for you, the werewolves so fell
O come O come thou Lady of Twilight
Who to thy love a glorious sight
Appeared in ancient times at his call
In starlit majesty and awe
Rejoice, rejoice, pause not now for farewells,
They come for you, the werewolves so fell
O come thou son of Barahir to free
Thine own from father's tyranny
From depths of hell a Silmaril must save
And Morgoth's wrath and might must brave
Rejoice, rejoice, the tale's still to tell
They come still, Sauron's werewolves so fell
O come thou, Lúthien, no fear
Before the throne of Morgoth so drear
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night
Through dance and song lay low Morgoth's might
Rejoice, rejoice, the Silmaril
'Tis in your hands your vow to fulfill
O come thou chance, have mercy and come
And open wide the gates of Angband
Make safe the path that homeward is bound
And close the way to Sauron's hound
Rejoice, rejoice, despite Carcharoth
Ye've lived to tell the tale in Menegroth
O come thou, Vict'ry, from on high
For fate's to pay and Carcharoth draws nigh
To lovers true the path of courage show
And cause them in her ways to go
Rejoice, Rejoice, thy peril's at an end
Freedom bought high by Beren
O come Desire Immortal bind
In one the hearts of Elf- and Mankind
That Eru both his judgment gave
And thereby victory o'er the grave
Rejoice, rejoice, it faileth not, estel,
That sustained Beren and Tinúviel
And ransom him whom you love so well
That dwells in dark captiv'ty here
Until the pit of Sauron's lair's laid bare
Rejoice, rejoice, and flee that pit of hell
They come for you, the werewolves so fell
O come O come thou Lady of Twilight
Who to thy love a glorious sight
Appeared in ancient times at his call
In starlit majesty and awe
Rejoice, rejoice, pause not now for farewells,
They come for you, the werewolves so fell
O come thou son of Barahir to free
Thine own from father's tyranny
From depths of hell a Silmaril must save
And Morgoth's wrath and might must brave
Rejoice, rejoice, the tale's still to tell
They come still, Sauron's werewolves so fell
O come thou, Lúthien, no fear
Before the throne of Morgoth so drear
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night
Through dance and song lay low Morgoth's might
Rejoice, rejoice, the Silmaril
'Tis in your hands your vow to fulfill
O come thou chance, have mercy and come
And open wide the gates of Angband
Make safe the path that homeward is bound
And close the way to Sauron's hound
Rejoice, rejoice, despite Carcharoth
Ye've lived to tell the tale in Menegroth
O come thou, Vict'ry, from on high
For fate's to pay and Carcharoth draws nigh
To lovers true the path of courage show
And cause them in her ways to go
Rejoice, Rejoice, thy peril's at an end
Freedom bought high by Beren
O come Desire Immortal bind
In one the hearts of Elf- and Mankind
That Eru both his judgment gave
And thereby victory o'er the grave
Rejoice, rejoice, it faileth not, estel,
That sustained Beren and Tinúviel
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