How does one speak of the pain without end,
Of the hate without anything but ice to fuel it,
Of the broken blood oaths, the lies that came true,
Of relief come to late… and the darkness,
…that grew.
How should I tell you my heart, there is so little there!
Little more than air. It ceased to beat,
When dragons still slept in the mountains deep,
When Middle Earth still seemed so new…
When I was young, and free, and true,
I was the king of a distant land that is spoken of no more.
It vanished in the war, with all my people,
All my pride,
Not just my fate did I decide, when I put on the ring…
The beautiful, cursed thing…
Light filters threw the trees… and the breeze blows threw the glen…
The streams all flash with silver… from the little fish within…
My brethren and I are nine,
Nine is the number of our flight,
Nine are the steeds we ride, all black as night
Nine swords of steel, and frost,
Nine rings we paid for with the lives we lost…
A smell so clean to clear my head… below my skies so bright…
A sun with rays all golden spun… and perfumed hours of night…
We are part of each other, and my memories grow dim,
Of the time before the Eye of Fire.
Such terror does that form inspire that few remember,
And fewer still tell… that his face was once so fair,
I knew it well…
Murazor, Khamul, Dwar and Ren,
Akhorahil, Adunaphel, Hoarmurath, and then…
They were no more, the names were gone,
Another dark tribute to our lord Sauron.
Nine we were, and nine we died,
And all that I can tell,
The only tattered remnant of the life and land I loved so well…
Is a light and airy tune,
...Made to be sung on summer nights beneath the harvest moon.
The song that stays within me, so deep they did not see…
That in these eyes that freeze men's blood,
I am screaming to be free…
...I love this land I call my own… I love each field and glen,
Each piece of bark from every trunk, the moss within each den…
The towering stalks of grain we've grown, the labor of our men,
…And, every mother's face, to see her children home again.
And every mother's face, to see her children home…again…