In the utmost West the Mourner lives and ever grieves for Arda’s pain,

She gazes out upon the starlit sea and her tears fall like the rain.

Alone she dwells, but often visits the Halls of her brother,

For in the Halls of the Dead, injured souls does she help recover.

Those in pain she strengthens;

Those who mourn she helps cope,

She is the Lady of Sorrows,

But above all she gives hope.