A man of vertue
A man of myth
A proud warrior he be
so solem, desolet
His hair black as night
His gaze hot as fire
For him the Ocean will split
For him mountains will fall
I for him call
He obays no man but;
Earth, Fire, Wind and Water
His friend:
All the good people of Middle-earth
His foes:
The Dark Ones in Mordor
His name be Dunelinion
I stand between
Wonder, Fear, thrill and excitment...
and I wake up,
as once again
in my very own, purple-sheet bed
A man of myth
A proud warrior he be
so solem, desolet
His hair black as night
His gaze hot as fire
For him the Ocean will split
For him mountains will fall
I for him call
He obays no man but;
Earth, Fire, Wind and Water
His friend:
All the good people of Middle-earth
His foes:
The Dark Ones in Mordor
His name be Dunelinion
I stand between
Wonder, Fear, thrill and excitment...
and I wake up,
as once again
in my very own, purple-sheet bed
