The northern winds. Of baneful colds. Forever night. Of northern lights. . In the Elder Days. Morgoth's realm in Northern Waste. Great threat to Arda's child.
From the Anduin vales. Strongmen from the woods. Spirit of the nature. One part of their essence. . Hate against the orcs. Running in their veins. The anger that grows.
The Grey Wizard, Mala Olorin. Who has born in Timeless Halls. From the first race of Iluvatar. Spirit older than the world itself. . Humble servant of valar.
[Bonus track]. . Once great kings of the Secondborn. Cheated their faith with the Rings of Sauron. Nine for mortal men. Turned them into the shadows of immortal.
It's time for herotic deeds. The gift of courage and steel are your key. Those with glory shine like stars. The highest prize is to ride with victory.
The first chord from the vein of the ore. There it all begins. The blacksmiths forge will resolve. The metal's nature. The riddle of steel, hiding the key.
Eternal enemy. Wants nothing but war. But they chose another way. Hidden place for their people to stay. . Under the stars they came. Proud and wise the elven race.
Horse lords the men of Rohan. Allies of Gondor the land below. Green fields they guard with honour. Eastern terror, keep away!. Finest chargers of Middle-earth.
The Dark Enemy, a god called Morgoth. Hide himself in the pit of Angband. Evil jewels of his mind took a shape. Great wyrms were born. . When it storms look up to the sky.
Deadly wardog without fear. Ramming through the battlefields. Mighty heroes and kings of men. Will be dead by this beast, insane. Skin of stone and bones of steel.
Land of the Gods. Home for their human forms. You see the same stars. From their distant realm. mystic path you sail. To reach their presence. One part of mortal world.
Walls of Isengard. Face the northern winds. Carved black pillars. Rising high up to the sky. Arcane relic. Crowned by the four peaks. Feels the auturnn breeze.
The southern end of the Misty Mountains. Waters of Entwash and Limlight. There it stands, the mighty wood of great age. Hiding secrets from the early years.
Three feet of steel on my side. Tool of fate my reliable blade. Sharp enough to cut the scales. Pierce the heart, to rip the veins. Swarf-made armor, galvorn shield.
Numenorean corsairs. Your sons have stepped ashore. From the battle and storms. With northern fleets. Great treasure they fought. From the shores of Gondor.
Screaming and shouting, yearn for blood. Servants of Melkor the evil god. Riding with wolves, runners of night. Hoarders of the eye, the black blades of might.