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They came from cover of mighty mountain lands

The servants of the forge

Fires ignited in the night

And set ablaze the soil

Deep in the forests of Lorien

The weaver of the woods

Summoned the council of Orion

And set up our doom

Forth mighty brethren of the skies

Arrows of Aenarion

Far over forests and over fields

On the wings of a mighty steed

I will soar over mountains

To silence your greed

Every servant of industry

Subjugated by forestry

They will know of the lords of

Lords of the Laurelorn

As soon as we ran through the gates of the Ael Ithinor

Accompanied by beasts

Enchanted by magic of elven lore

My blades danced the ballet of speed

Blinded by strikes from the mighty ent

We purified the glades

Elegant strikes of my power left

No visible marks on the blades

Forth, mighty dragon of the skies

Lighter of the shadows

Far over forests and over fields

On the wings of a mighty steed

I will soar over mountains

To silence your greed

Every servant of industry

Subjugated by forestry

They will know of the lords of

Lords of the Laurelorn

Foul beings of the mountain lands, you are all beneath me, I'm the shadow of the sands

Not a single one of them has been slain, by this imbecile sitting on top of me

If industry and steel of honesty cannot prevail,

perhaps the lure of chaos that resides in darkness will

My name can not be uttered by the words of mortal tongue

I've lived thousands of years, all of your deeds will go unsong

My brethren of the dark lands have not shied away from power

The spirits of my ancestors will turn away their gaze

My path laid down before me now I know that I'll forget this day

Forth mighty brethren of the skies

Arrows of Aenarion

Far over forests and over fields

On the wings of a mighty steed

I will soar over mountains

To silence your greed

Every servant of industry

Subjugated by forestry

They will know of the lords of

Lords of the Laurelorn

They will know of the lords of

Lords of the Laurelorn

Lords of the storm