Letra The Great Gathering - Battlelore
The Mountain is breaking again,
The fires are awoken.
Like a bleeding wound,
It weakens our strength.
The fallen one has returned,
With the lords of the Unlight.
Long is his arm over our lands,
(Over our lands!)
Cloaking the eyes of our brothers,
To get us lost in the Dark.
Tight is the grip of his hand...!
It is time at last,
To counsel together in faith.
To bound the spear,
And the shining sword,
The hour is late.
It is time at last,
To march to the battle Plain.
To stand together until the end,
Last Alliance of Men and Elves.
The fallen one has returned,
With the lords of the Unlight.
Long is his arm over our lands,
(Over our lands!)
Cloaking the eyes of our brothers,
To get us lost in the Dark.
Tight is the grip of his hand...!
Men of Elendil!
Elves of Gil-galad!
Dwarves of Durin!
The Last Alliance!
Men of Elendil!
Elves of Gil-galad!
Dwarves of Durin!
The Last Alliance!!!
The great gathering,
The host of the ages.
Might of the elves,
And the wrath of men.
Led by the fierce undying legends,
Show Point and Fire.
and White Light.
Men of Elendil!
Elves of Gil-galad!
Dwarves of Durin!
The Last Alliance!
Men of Elendil!
Elves of Gil-galad!
Dwarves of Durin!
The Last Alliance!
The great gathering,
The host of the ages,
Surpassed the demise.
But only the greed,
In the heart of men,
Left the evil alive.