At the foot of the iron mountain Beneath its marble halls Despots in cold damnation Seek to lay waste to all
Helm's Deep is calling The empire is falling
Red ships on a sea of silver Dead kings entombed in gold Archers poise their deadly arrows Swords forged in the demon's mold
Helm's Deep is waiting No time for hesitating
These chains, these chains When will they break their hold? When my soul's in aether My body's dead and cold
These eyes, these eyes What victories will they see? A glimmer in the east Salvation of the freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
