Nalbelroth, City of Ghosts - Treebeard

Something or someone

Is standing before me

That i can feel

But i cant hear nor see

I can feel it breathing

Its taking hold of me

Breathing light into me

Making me whole again

Staring into the void

Finally we’ve reached the end

The ground beneath your feet

Is sacred

Few have stood here

But less have made it home

At the end of the road

You will be shown

We were made for this

We are the chosen

We have been set apart

After all of your searching

You finally find

Here are the answers

Its all come down to this

And in this moment

All will be brought to light