Narsil (Reforge the Sword)

Through the First Age's course

By the mines at the earth's core

A blade of fire was forged

That shone with the light of Sun and Moon

Banishing darkness and fear

By the Second Age's war

In the year 3441

A Last Alliance was formed

That night, on the plain, were elves and men

And Narsil, the sword of the King

All leaders fell, but Sauron's spirit fled

The remnants told the tale of the broken sword

The shards, preserved

Were kept in Rivendell

Awaiting for the heir

Numenorean, Eagle of the Star

Chieftain of the Dunedain

Elrond foretold

The sword wouldn't be reforged

Until the ring was found

And the Shadow returned

Then the blade of Elendil

Would return to Minas Tirith

The day has come! We're marching off to war

Up from the ashes, your light shall guide us

Flame of the West, soaring unstained

Unextinguishable sun of wisdom

Reforge the sword, as deadly as of old

Your seven stars shall gleam in battle