| Old friends never clandestine |
| Bold destinies, hearts entwined |
| One voice that was lost in time |
| Walking tall against the wind |
| First wave of a turning tide |
| One bastion, truth and pride |
| Strikes out for the last in line |
| As we claw against the wind |
| Go, valiant talon kind |
| In your heart the fearless goal |
| Old and young enough to die |
| We must hide the precious gift |
| From hands the light betrayed |
| Go |
| For we must return it to |
| The fire from whence it came |
| Nine came from forsaken lands |
| Cloaked travellers, halfling band |
| Free souls with the truth in hand |
| Try to forge against the wind |
| We shadows of moria |
| Shaped light from lothlorien |
| Take flight, gentle warriors |
| As we soar against the wind |
| Go, valiant talon kind |
| In your heart the fearless goal |
| Old and young enough to die |
| We must hide the precious gift |
| From hands the light betrayed |
| Go |
| For we must return it to |
| The fire from whence it came |