The king has returned, the king has returned
Beyond all our hope, Isildur's heir has returned.
The tower, it fell; the darkness it fled
And down from the north, Elessar rides forth: the king has returned!
Oh, let us sing of the nine-fingered!
Half-grown perian of nine fingers!
Who broke the East with but nine fingers
When he found the cracks of doom!
Oh, let us sing of the nine-fingered!
Half-grown perian of nine fingers!
Who broke the East with but nine fingers
When he found the cracks of doom!
His queen, she draws nigh; his queen, she draws nigh;
The hour draws near: for our queen, she draws nigh.
His queen, she draws nigh; his queen, she draws nigh,
Undomiel, the star of the elves, our queen, she draws nigh.
Oh, let us sing of the nine-fingered!
Half-grown perian of nine fingers!
Who broke the East with but nine fingers
When he found the cracks of doom!
Oh, let us sing of the nine-fingered!
Half-grown perian of nine fingers!
Who broke the East with but nine fingers
When he found the cracks of doom!
We stood not alone, we stood not alone,
For Lorien and far Erebor, we could not have won.
Our allies draw near, happy hour is here,
The darkness is gone, evil is done, for we stood not alone!