1. He Comes Not When I Call
In darkness deep as the void I call his name
In light as the silmarilli I call his name
But he comes not when I call
Well made copper, tall and well formed
Was he who I call through ages long
But he comes not when I call
Long ages I have passed in the halls of waiting
Waiting from him to whom my heart belongs
But he comes not when I call
Long ages have passed since he fell
Fell into the chasm of the fire
Yet he still comes not when I call
Why do thou not come my love
To this place where all feas are bound
Tell me not that the oath has claimed thee
For thy father sits here in sadness and gloom
Yet thou are not here and come not when I call
Come to me my love, I wait for thee…
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