Crownless the King
Destiny calling strong
Speaking through bloodlines
Whispers in the darkness.
There were some, who resisted!
Strength warring with weakness
Blood failing, blood falling
Whose destiny did he bear?
There were some, who resisted!
Son of strong lines, strong fate
Of despair and of hope—named for one
But doomed to be only the other?
There were some, who resisted!
The gold did not glitter,
The old was not strong,
The whisper of darkness called to him.
There were some, who resisted!
Thin band of fire,
Of power and promise
Whispered in Shadow.
There were some, who resisted!
Crownless the king, but Ringless as well?
Could he turn from the power that might
Yet offer their only salvation?
There were some, who resisted!
Who was he really,
This man of such names?
Which was the true one, the curse or the hope?
There were some, who resisted!
Strength in his veins,
Off-set by weakness that long ago
Condemned them to Shadow.
There were some, who resisted!
Which would he choose, this man of two worlds,
What voice would he answer to,
Which destiny embrace?
There were some, who resisted!
Fall like long-distant fathers,
Consumed by the whispers
Of darkness and of power.
There were some, who resisted!
Which would he choose,
This Dùnadan from the North,
This man of the West?
There were some, who resisted!
The shadow was calling
Yet stronger whispered another voice
Half-forgotten and distant.
There were some, who resisted!
His fate had been chosen, his hand had reached out
The prize had been claimed, along with the pain;
His name was the truth of his soul.
There were some, who resisted!
'Estel' was he called, 'Estel' would he be.
Not for him was the destiny given of doom
To be taken in hand with the shadows.
There were some, who resisted!