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