Nor could Ecthelion have raised a bastion to tower above the storm Sorcery breached the gate of Kings and hope began to fleeīattlements to stand against His wrath, Anarion could not have formed While storms beset the skies above and Orcs the walls beneath In the land of the King all his men, look proudly to the bastion,įor as men fight in all his lands they hear the Horn of Ecthelion!Īt last into the Stoning Land, the King of Horsemen rides Lords to return to their ancient halls, And the King again to wear his crown North it billows oe'r mountains tall, into the northern realm South to the river and thence the sea, that sunders western landsĮlves may escape but men must be, forever parted from hallowed sands Into the fire and darkness it goes, that the Son's of the West may yet prevailĪnd west it beckons the men behind, swiftly to the banners flyĬourage in dark days men may find, strength to fight, and strength to die Knight and Lord to it's rally drawn, As the River to Rauros FallsĮastward it challenges the host of foes, through shadow and Morgul Vale No more sign, to be read.īreaching forth into the vast dawn, from the High Tower it calls When the Sun is gone, and the Moon is dead Should knowledge attempt to delve too deepĪnd thy spirit shall wander, the Eldar, shall weep Not by force, but by hope and loyalty, it can be revealed. The Day all Middle-Earth, does not fall to devour!īy the Valar, thereupon, the key is no longer concealed! The Demise of the Seed of lie, and deceit, the Banning of Gorthaur
The Guardian of the Wood, the Axe of Erebor.
The revival of Arnor, the enduring of Gondor Through bough and branch swift and strong Their hearts of courage dissuade all fear
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