|
Through the First Age's course |
|
by the mines at the earth's core |
|
A blade of fire was forged |
|
That shone with the light of Sun and Moon |
|
Banishing darkness and fear |
|
By the Second Age's war |
|
in the year 3441 |
|
a Last Alliance was formed |
|
That night, on the plain, were elves and men |
|
and Narsil, the sword of the King |
|
All leaders fell, but Sauron's spirit fled |
|
The remnants told the tale of the broken sword |
|
The shards, preserved |
|
were kept in Rivendell |
|
awaiting for the heir |
|
Numenorean, Eagle of the Star |
|
Chieftain of the Dunedain |
|
Elrond foretold |
|
The sword wouldn't be reforged |
|
Until the ring was found |
|
and the Shadow returned |
|
Then the blade of Elendil |
|
would return to Minas Tirith |
|
The day has come! We're marching off to war |
|
Up from the ashes, your light shall guide us |
|
Flame of the West, soaring unstained |
|
Unextinguishable sun of wisdom |
|
Reforge the sword, as deadly as of old |
|
Your seven stars shall gleam in battle |
