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 battleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
