The Trials Of Mount Farnor Lyrics - Under The Grey Banner - Dragonland

["The men of Brisingard rarely display a single sign of their noble ancestry; their village was once the mighty capital of men, before the first orc raids began. With the east growing increasingly perilous, the most wealthy and privileged sought a new home among the elven ruins of the west, and the poor were left behind to face the creatures of the northern Darklands with whatever means they could. 

Their king, now no more than a chieftain, still proudly sits upon the golden throne in full imperial regalia, ruling no more than a few hundred and seems more jester than King. Only one important task was left to his line by Ethil I, first king of Westmar; to safeguard the Century Horn of Mount Farnor, built in ancient times to gather all peoples of Dragonland once blewn into. And such is the only hope of the Islander and his dwarven companion, but the vain King of the East is no longer the horn's sole guardian - a foul beast, unseen by any man now lurks on the mountain top, according to local lore; a fabled savage Frost Giant"] 

Deepest into the east 

Where vast ridges meet the Ivory shores 

Winds of the Zephyr chill the blood in frostbitten hearts 

Treacherous! Furious! 

Surely the mountain will bring us to fall 

Lord of the winds 

Let our passage be swift 

Ruler of mist in this age-old ruin 

King of the East 

Let the trials begin 

Grant me the secret for I seek the Century 

Horn of Mount Farnor 

As a blizzard draws near 

upon the highest mountain we stand 

thundering footsteps strike a fear into our hearts 

Vicious thrall! 

Answer our call! 

Hear us, come forth and unveil who you are! 

Lord of the storm 

To this quest I am sworn 

Ruler of mist on this age-old mountain 

King of your kin 

Let your trials begin! 

Speak me your riddles for I seek the Century 

Horn of Mount Farnor 

First; the answer is clear 

But dawn breaks before the second word's voiced 

One final riddle strikes despair into our hearts 

Queen of leaves! 

Returned to me! 

Surely, your words bring the giant to fall! 

Lord of the bones 

So assured of your throne 

Ruler of men among thousand towers 

King of your kin 

Now your war will begin! 

Thousands are gathering as I sound the 

Century Horn of Mount Farnor 

Devious! 

Glorious! 

Brother, I will find you wherever you are!