Ride for the White Tree (Tolkien)

Lord of the Rings as a power metal song. Lyrics: [Intro] Raise up the horn, let the high hills answer Steel in the storm and a crown in the rain Far from the Shire where the small hands wander Fire on the mountain and war on the plain [Verse 1] Ranger in rags with the right to thunder Long has he walked where the cold roads wind Grey eyes burning with a kingdom under All of the years he has left behind Elf-string singing on a bow of yew Dwarf-axe ringing where the dark ranks pour Wizard in white with a flame held true Crying “Stand fast now as in days of yore!” [Pre-Chorus] From Rivendell’s roof to the fields of Rohan From the Golden Hall to the Guarded City Every old oath that the proud hearts spoke on Rises tonight without fear or pity [Chorus] Ride, ride for the White Tree Cry to the stars over stone and sea Hold, hold till the day comes Break the black tide with the beat of drums Ride, ride, let the red dawn roll Carry the fire in a mortal soul High, high where the eagles fly Sing for the free folk who would not die [Verse 2] Frodo walks where the ash falls heavy Sam at his side with a gardener’s hand No gold glory and no bright levy Only two hearts in a ruined land Boromir fell with the horn still calling Pippin looked up where the white towers shone Merry rode out while the great fear was falling Small names cut deep into carven stone [Pre-Chorus] Éowyn stands where the kings are shaken No man’s doom in her lifted blade Faramir dreams of a land unbroken Under the leaves where the old grief fades [Chorus] Ride, ride for the White Tree Cry to the stars over stone and sea Hold, hold till the day comes Break the black tide with the beat of drums Ride, ride, let the red dawn roll Carry the fire in a mortal soul High, high where the eagles fly Sing for the free folk who would not die Swords over shields Fire over stone Crowns out of exile Kings coming home Mountains are roaring Banners are high The last road opens Under the sky [Bridge] Gandalf cries from the wall of flame “Stand, you sons of the western name!” Gimli laughs with his axe held proud Legolas answers with head unbowed Aragorn rises where the black gates groan Not for a ring and not for a throne But for those crawling through shadow and gloom To a mountain peak that spells their doom [Final Chorus] Ride, ride for the White Tree Cry to the stars over stone and sea Hold, hold till the day comes Break the black tide with the beat of drums Ride, ride, let the red dawn roll Carry the fire in a mortal soul High, high where the eagles fly Sing for the free folk who would not die [Outro] Far from the Shire, where the green fields gleam The road runs home like a half-lost dream The crown is lifted, the dark lands fall And the smallest hands have saved them all