Summoning Morthond
We heard horns in hills ringing The swords shining in South-kingdom Steeds went striding to the Stoningland As winds in morning. War was there. There run dark waters Morthond, under mountains Death in the morning and at day's end Lords took and lowly... Grey now as tears gleaming silver, red it rolled then foam dyed with blood Grey now as tears gleaming silver Red then it rolled... water Foam dyed with blood flamed at a sunset As flowers mountains burned at evening
