Summoning Unto A Long Glory...
Over the land there lies the long shadow. Westward reaching wings of darkness; The Tower trembles to the tombs of kings The doom approaches the Dead awaken; For the hour is come for the oathbreakers At the stone of Erech they shall stand again Hear there horn in hills enchants Who shall call them From grey twilight Forgotten ones? Out of doubt, out of dark Hope rekindles, and hope in end Over death, over dread Over doom lifted Out of loss, out of life And out of doubt, out of dark Over death, over dread Out of loss, Unto a long glory... The heir of him to whom the oath they swore From the North he shall come And he shall pass the door To the Paths of the Dead Mourn not overmuch - mighty was the fallen And war now calls us! And hear there horn in hills ringing Who shall call them from grey twilight
