(İMostly Autumn 2001)

Under eastern silver skies
where the bright moon wore the heart
in a land of bright bird song

Where the springtime charmed the day
and the glad folk sang, to the sun
melodies in golden glades

Through the narrows
catch the starlight
in a land so fair
Greenwood blows there

Then the rising misty fair
where the sun refused to shine
and the arms of darkness grew

Through the narrows
kills the starlight
in a land so fair
blood burns cold there

Artist Comment: "A peaceful musical portrait of a great forest is shattered by the arrival of the creatures of Sauron. From now on this place is now known as Mirkwood."