The Riddle of Strider (album version) Lyrics


All that is gold

does not glitter,

Not all those

who wander are lost;

The old that is strong

does not wither,

Deep roots are not

reached by the frost.

From the ashes

a fire shall be woken,

A light from

the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall

be blade that was broken,

The crownless

again shall be king.