Howard Shore - The White Rider скачать mp3

квенья Mettanna. Lim-strang wæs geboren Bearn léod-cyninga Magorinc Mearces. Bunden in byrde tó lædenne Bunden in lufe tó thegnunge Lang beadugear cyythath Lic onginneth búgan. Swift déadlic géar Stieppath geond willan. Ac éagan gíet lóciath Beorhtre gesihthe; Heorte gíet béateth. Híe hine sáwon feorran And hwíte sunnan in mane Híe lange hine clipodon Ac hé ne wolde cuman For thon hé waes Sceadufæx Hláford ealra méara And hé ne andswarode bútan ánne. Английский: To the end! Strong-limbed he was born This son of Kings; This warrior of Rohan. Bound by birth to lead. Bound by love to serve. Long years of war begin to show. The body has begun to bend. Swift mortal years outpace the will. But the eyes still watch clear-sighted. The great heart is beating still. In the distance they saw him, White sun caught in his mane. Long they called him, But he would not come. for he was Shadowfax, Lord of all Horses. And he answered only to one.