1. ARIEN

Sunrise, eternal light
Dawn of a new time
Evil will flee, and seek out the deep
To escape the fire from high

Oh Arien, as you climb the skies
forever the beacon of the birth
of our kind

Our foes will never rise again
Darkness is brought to its end
No more will our power be held
All hail the dawning of men

Life-bringing light
Ride trough the sky
Banish the night
Oh Arien


2. THE WITHERING WOODS

Of forgotten majesty,
I shall proclaim
Primeval wilderness,
My humble domain

Seized by the sea,
Relentless, no mercy
Sundered with steel
The children's tyranny

Withering trees
Returning to me
Man spreads his domain
he seals the woodland fate

Of forgotten majesty,
I have provclaimed
Primeval wilderness,
My lost domain


3. WHERE DAYLIGHTS DIE

What was once a shining beacon
Is lost in the gloomy deeps

Tales of wonder and majesty
Of kings on the carven stone
Our right to rule was hewn from the mountain
And ended by the terror from on high

Now the sun sets on the mountain
Our hallowed halls no longer shine
As we wander in the wilderness
Our hearts are starved of light

Fear the horror deep within, death incarnate
A terror, wreathed in blackened flame; fear Durin’s bane

Brothers take arms
And march!
To where daylight dies
Avenge all that we have lost
And fight!
Where daylight dies


4. THE YEARS OF THE TREES

(instrumental)


5. THE LINE OF THROR

This cannot be bourne
We must hunt and slay the Pale Orc
A slight to Durin’s name
A heinous crime that we will answer

Fight under the hills
Down into the darkness
In our holy halls
Glory shall be won
Fight for Durin’s name
For our love of Thrór
Khazad-dûm will be reclaimed
Show them the might of Durin’s folk

Marching on
We burn the dead
We will not stop
This will not end


6. MINAS ANOR

The pale cliff climbing skyward
Tower of the setting sun
Home to glories immortal
The stronghold of strength where peace begun

Evil in the distance
As its sister falls to the dark
A shadow, ancient rival
That northern land to which many fell

The sun has fled from the kingdom
The shadow in the east grows large
Men will now live in fear
Behold the tower of guard


7. HOME OF THE DEAD

Where the forest stream went through the wood
And silent all the stems there stood
Of tall trees, moveless, hanging dark
With mottled shadows on their bark

No moon is there, no voice, no sound
Of beating heart; a sigh profound
Once in each age as each age dies
Alone is heard. Far, far it lies,
As each age dies

No moon is there, no voice, no sound
Of beating heart; a sigh profound
Once in each age as each age dies
Alone is heard. Far, far it lies,
As each age dies

Upon the plain, there rushed forth and high
Shadows at dead end of night and mirrored in the sky
Far, far away beyond might of day
And there lay the land of dead of mortal cold decay

As faint as a deep sleeper's breath
An echo came as cold as death:
Long are the paths, of shadow made
Where no foot's print is ever laid

Upon the plain, there rushed forth and high
Shadows at dead end of night and mirrored in the sky
Far, far away beyond might of day
And there lay the land of dead of mortal cold decay