Tekst
The mountain is breathing again
The fires are awoken
Like a bleeding wound
That weakens our strength
The fallen one has returned
With the lords of the unlight
Promises are over our lands (over our lands)
Cloaking the eyes of our brothers
To get us lost in the dark
Tide is the grip of his hand
It is time at last
To counsel the gathering faith
Upon the spear and the shining sword
The hour is late
It is time at last
To march to the battleplain
To stand together until the end
As the Lions of Minlyath
The fallen one has returned
With the lords of the unlight
Promises are over our lands (over our lands)
Cloaking the eyes of our brothers
To get us lost in the dark
Tide is the grip of his hand
Men of Kalendil
Knights of Gil-galad
Force of Durin
The last alliance
Men of Kalendil
Knights of Gil-galad
Force of Durin
The last alliance
The great gathering
The host of the ancients
One of the elves and the wrath of man
Live by their fears, undying legends
Snow, poise and fire and wild lands
Men of Kalendil
Knights of Gil-galad
Force of Durin
The last alliance
Men of Kalendil
Knights of Gil-galad
Force of Durin
The last alliance
The great gathering
The host of the ancients
Surpassed the demons
But only the greed in the heart of men
Left the evil alive
