The Return of the King

The Return of the King

The trumpets sound, the choirs sing
Come, O come, the returning King
On horseback he came, from far away
From Northern lands, as prophets say
The Fellowship of Nine, rose with him
Though Moira mines, so dark and grim
Where banged the drums, dark unseen
And Gandalf fell, down dark ravine
The Fellowship split, asunder broken
And Boromir dying, last words spoken
To Helm’s Deep he came, to battle strong
And fierce and savage, lasted long
He fought onwards, with noble band
Then paths of the dead, an evil land
Finally to Minas Tirith, the King came
To guardians of Gondor’s sacred flame
Fought the last battle, the final defeat
Sauron vanquished, victory sweet
And aftermath: they crowned the King
The Lay of Elessar, the minstrels sing
And this was the telling, the story told
Of men and elves, of hobbits bold 

Of dwarves, and Ents, of Wizard's sage

This was the ending of the Third Age

The trumpets sound, the choirs sing 
Come, O come, the returning King 
An echo of returns, and all put right
When our King returns in light.