The Return of the King

Fire and pain cover our lands And anon hope starts to fade What is left? Stone realm has no king to stick by his side Humankind has almost died But all at once here comes the Strider from the North He'll set the course Our blessed king Peace and quiet may he bring! Second of his name Crowned himself with fame Western flame he holds in hands Leading us to the last stand This day we fight! Let all know that the King returned! His time has come Our blessed king Peace and quiet may he bring! Second of his name Crowned himself with fame Daybreak of his reign Carries light to his domain Kingdom of the stone He ascends its throne