Glass Hammer Song Of The Dunadan
...and now, as if in a dream of long ages past, a vast and shadowy plain stretches before you. And on that plain there march the shapes of many men: the sons of forgotten kings, wandering in loneliness, lost in darkness. Tall and grim they are, and bearing bright swords they pass through years untold...'til at last one steps forward with a fire in his eyes and a star on his brow!
I've journeyed from the northlands Many leagues, and oh so far away For the battle to be joined With the force of night They come to conquer Conquer all the land! To the city of kings Who'll bear the golden ring? But the nine have come And the darkness grows I'm just one man with many foes They must not find that which they seek! ONE RING TO RULE THEM ALL!
Shadows gather from the wastelands But in the darkness there's a shining light He'll lead us through the blackest night Till our hearts are freed And fear will vanish, forevermore! To the city of kings Who'll bear the golden ring? A broken sword , a forgotten crown From darkness into darkness bound And I'm the one for which they seek! ONE KING TO RULE THEM ALL!
