Paroles de The Great Gathering

The Mountain is breathing again The fires are awoken Like a bleeding wound It weakens our strength The Fallen One has returned With the lords of the Unlight Long is his arm over our lands Cloaking the eyes of our brothers To get us lost in the dark Tight is the grip of his hand It is time at last To counsel together in faith To bound the spear and the shining sword The hour is late It is time at last To march to the Battle Plain To stand together until the end Last Alliance of Men and Elves Men of Elendil Elves of Gil-galad Dwarves of Durin The Last Alliance The great gathering the host of the ages Might of the elves and the wrath of men Led by the fierce undying legends Snow Point and Fire, and White Light The great gathering the host of the ages Surpassed the demise But only the greed in the heart of men Left the evil alive