Lament of the Followers - Thousands of years later

Without our leader
We tend to meander
Throughout the lands
We work with our hands

We destroy and fight
For things that seem right
We have no other to blame
We bear our own shame

Do we yet miss a hand to guide
Someone to confide
Some older kin
To lead us away from sin

We are lost in this empty state
Before we completely ruined our fate
We need them here to lead
We must have someone to heed

Where did they go
Are we to slow
Manwe, please send them hither
Our Eldar Brother and Sister

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