Lyrics The King of the Golden Hall - mask, Howard Shore

The King of the Golden Hall

He laered hine ridan
And wealdan mece
And standan f?
st
And feond ne forhtian
Nu he sceal leornian
??t hearde so?:
He raerede his cnapa
Of cilde to menn
??t he his dea?
geseo
Se feond w?
s simble mid heom
Se feond ne reccede ege
'He taught him to ride
To wield a sword
To stand strong
And show his enemy no fear
Now he must learn
The hard truth:
That he had brought his boy
From childhood
So that he might face his death
Like a man
The enemy was always with them
The enemy did not care about fear.'