Transient Hands

I went out knocking With silver bracelets Where the mountain's ancient Moria Bestow a holy wisdom To all those who have lost their vision To those who haven't kept their word Though they strived to fulfill it I went out, oh my friends Knocking with silver bracelets At your backyards in Moria After the torches were extinguished After the shovels were broken At the end of daylight Where a spectrum of our dreams Burst apart in sixty-six years of war I knocked with silver bracelets To fortify your spirit's strength To recover hopes and dreams To remember Moria mountains As the enemy vanquished And brightened the stars of their heroes And my transient hands Hovered above Moria Mountains! I saw myself in two salty tears Knocking with silver bracelets To restore the sparkle of Moria mountains