| «Gil-Galad was an Elven-King, Of Him the harpers sadly sing
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| The last whose realm was fair and free, Between the mountains and the sea
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| His Sword was so long is Lance was keen, His shining helm afar was seen
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| The countless Stars of heaven’s field, Were mirrored in his silver Shield
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| But long ago he rode away, And where he dwelleth none can say
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| For into darkness fell his Star, In Mordor where the shadows are…"
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| Here they come hundreds of thousand of Elves
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| As far as the eye can see the ranks of the Alliance
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| Twelve years at war under the walls
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| Valiantly standing against the foes
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| Crushing the gate killing the orks fallen
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| Is the King with his Spear… now gone
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| The Darkness is falling no sun rises from the east
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| A shadow of pain and fear
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| Heroic Deeds
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| Men of the West the Star
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| On their shields seem to glow
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| Brave Dunedain the Splendour of Numenor
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| Day after day here on the front
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| Besieging the Tower of Barad-Dur
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| Victory is near the Dark Lord appears
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| Far in the distance the fires of Mount Doom
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| The Darkness is falling no sun rises from the east
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| A shadow of pain and fear
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| Heroic Deeds
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| Gil-Galad! |
| Gil-Galad! |
| The mighty the fierce high king
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| The last of the Noldor’s stock, Elendil! |
| Elendil!
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| True leader of Men he lies slain on the battle plain
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| Heroic Deeds |