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DOL AMROTH LYRICS
"Back to the Lands" (2002 Demo)
1. harbringer of war
2. Captains of the West
3. Where Elves yet dwell
4. Road goes ever on
5. Mounds of Munburg
6. King Thoeden
7. In Durin's day
8. The legend of Gil-galad
9. Mithrandir's tale
10. Back to lands you once did know
11. Beyond sundering seas
12. Farewell boromir
13. The lord of silver fountains
14. Rover's rune
15. The traveling wind
1. harbringer of war
2. Captains of the West
Behold the captains of the West
Riding under Gondor’s crest
See their gleaming swords
Drawn to taste orc-blood!
In the clash of arms
They march steadfast!
From the tower of guard
Captains of the West
Fight desperate
Against legions
Of the evil eye!
Sound the horns of war
O captains of the West
For wrath and ruin march
O captains of the West
Come knights of legendry!
Now return to us
King beyond the sea
Son of Arathorn,
Lord Elfstone!
Unto a long
Glory foretold
Ride by thy side
Loyal captains –
The captains of the West!
Sound the horns of war
O captains of the West
For wrath and ruin march
O captains of the West
Come knights of legendry!
“The lords of Gondor have returned and all this land that is theirs, they take back!”
3. Where Elves yet dwell
(Lyrics by J.R.R Tolkien)
Farewell we call to hearth and hall!
Though wind may blow and rain may fall,
We must away ere the break of day
Far over wood and mountain tall.
To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell
In glades beneath the misty fell,
Through moor and waste we ride in haste,
And wither then we cannot tell.
With foes ahead, behind us dread,
Beneath the sky shall be our bed,
Until at last our toil be passed,
Our journey done, our errand sped.
We must away! We must away!
We ride before the break of day!
4. Road goes ever on
(Lyrics by J.R.R Tolkien)
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the road has gone,
And I must follow it, if I can
Pursuing it with weary feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.
And wither then? I cannot say.
The Road goes ever on and on
Out from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
Let others follow it who can!
But I at last with weary feet
Will turn towards the lighted inn,
My evening-rest and sleep to meet.
5. Mounds of Munburg
(Lyrics by J.R.R Tolkien)
We heard of the horns in the hills ringing,
The swords shining in the South-kingdom.
Steeds went striding to the Stoningland
As wind in the morning. War was kindled.
There Theoden fell, Thengling mighty,
To his golden halls and green pastures
In the Northern fields never returning,
High lord of the host. Harding and Guthlaf,
Dunhere and Deorwine, doughty Grimbold,
Herefara and Herubrand, Horn and Fastred,
Fought and fell there in a far country:
In the Mounds of Mundburg under mould they lie
With their league-fellows, lords of Gondor.
Neither Hirluin the Fair to the hills by the sea,
Nor Forlong the old to the flowering vales
Ever, to Arnach, to his own country
Returned in triumph; nor the tall bowmen,
Derufin and Duilin, to their dark waters,
Meres of Morthond under mountain-shadows.
Death in the morning and at day’s ending
Lords took and lowly. Long now they sleep
Under grass in Gondor by the Great River.
Grey now as tears, gleaming sliver,
Red then it rolled, roaring water:
Foam dyed with blood flamed at sunset;
As beacons mountains burned at evening;
Red fell the dew in Rammas Echor.
6. King Thoeden
(Lyrics by J.R.R Tolkien)
From dark Dunharrow in the dim morning
With thane and captain rode Thengel’s son:
To Edoras he came, the ancient halls
Of the Mark-wardens mist-enshrouded;
Golden timbers were in gloom mantled.
Farewell he bade to his free people,
Hearth and high-seat, and the hallowed places,
Where long he had feasted ere the light faded.
Forth rode the king, fear behind him,
Fate before him. Fealty kept he;
Oaths he had taken, all fulfilled them.
Forth rode Theoden. Five nights and days
East and onward rode the Eorlingas
Through Folde and Fenmarch and the Firnienwood,
Six thousand spears to Sunlending,
Munburg the mighty under Mindoluin,
Sea-king’s city in the South-kingdom
Foe-beleaguered, fire-encircled.
Doom drove them on. Darkness took them,
Horse and horseman; hoofbeats afar
Sank into silence: so the songs tell us.
7. In Durin's day
(Lyrics by J.R.R Tolkien)
The world was young, the mountains green,
No stain yet on the Moon was seen,
No words were laid on stream or stone
When Durin woke and walked alone.
He named the nameless hills and dells;
He drank from yet untasted wells;
He stooped and looked in Mirrormere
And saw a crown of stars appear,
As gems upon a silver thread,
Above the shadows of his head.
The world was fair, the mountains tall,
In Elder Days before the fall
Of mighty kings in Nargothrhond
And Gondolin, who now beyond
The Western Seas have passed away:
The world was fair in Durin’s Day.
A king he was on carven throne
In many-pillared halls of stone
With golden roof and silver floor,
And runes of power upon the door.
The light of sun and star and moon
In shining lamps of crystal hewn
Undimmed by cloud or shade of night
There shone forever fair and bright.
There hammer on the anvil smote,
There chisel clove and graver wrote;
There forged was blade, and bound was hilt;
The delver minded, the mason built.
There beryl pearl, and opal pale,
And metal wrought like fishes’ mail
Buckler and corslet, axe and sword,
And shining spears were laid in hoard.
Unwearied then were Durin’s folk;
Beneath the mountains music woke:
The harpers harped, the minstrels sang,
And at the gates the trumpets rang.
The world is grey, the mountains old,
The forge’s fire is ashen cold;
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls:
The darkness dwells in Durin’s halls;
The shadow lies upon his tomb
In Moria, in Khazad-dum.
But still the sunken stars appear
In dark and windless Mirrormere;
There lies his crown in water deep,
Till Durin wakes again from sleep.
8. The legend of Gil-galad
(Lyrics & narration parts by J.R.R Tolkien)
“Long before, in the first days of the North Kingdom, they built a great watch-tower, Amon Sul they called it... Elendil stood there watching for the coming of Gil-galad, in the days of the Last Alliance…”
Gil-galad was an Elven-king.
Of him the harpers sadly sing:
The last whose realm was fair and free
Between the Mountains and the Sea.
“I remember well the splendour of their banners. It recalled to me the glory of the Elder Days and the hosts of Beleriand, so many great princed and captains were assembled. And yet not so many, nor so fair, as when Thangorodrim was broken...”
His sword was long, his lance was keen,
His shining helm afar was seen;
The countless stars of heaven’s field
Were mirrored in his silver shield.
“I was the herald of Gil-galad and marched with his host. I was at the Battle of Dagorland before the Black Gate of Mordor, where we had the mastery: for the Spear of Gil-galad and the Sword of Elendil, Aiglos and Narsil, none could withstand. I beheld the last combat on the slopes of Orodruin, where Gil-galad died...”
But long ago he rode away,
And where he dwelleth none can say;
For into darkness fell his star
In Mordor where the shadows are.
9. Mithrandir's tale
(Lyrics by J.R.R Tolkien)
When evening in the Shire was grey
His footsteps on the Hill were heard;
Before the dawn he went away
On journey long without a word.
From Wilderland to Western shore,
From northern waste to southern hill,
Through dragon-lair and hidden door
And darkling woods he walked at will.
With Dwarf and Hobbit, Elves and Men,
With mortal and immortal folk,
With bird on bough and beast in den,
In their own secret tongues he spoke.
A deadly sword, a healing hand,
A back that bent beneath its load;
A trumpet voice, a burning brand,
A weary pilgrim on the road.
A lord of wisdom throned he sat,
Swift in anger, quick to laugh;
An old man in a battered hat
Who leaned upon a thorny staff.
He stood upon the bridge alone
And Fire and Shadow both defied;
His staff was broken on the stone,
In Khazad-dum his wisdom died.
10. Back to lands you once did know
(Lyrics by J.R.R Tolkien)
Down the swift dark stream you go
Back to lands you once did know!
Leave the halls and caverns deep,
Leave the northern mountains steep,
Where the forest wide and dim
Stoops in shadow grey and grim!
Float beyond the world of trees
Out into the whispering breeze,
Past the rushes, past the reeds,
Past the marsh’s waving weeds,
Through the mist that riseth white
Up from mere and pool at night!
Follow, follow stars that leap
Up the heavens cold and steep;
Turn when dawn comes over land,
Over rapid, over sand,
South away! And South away!
Seek the sunlight and the day,
Back to pasture, back to mead
Where the kine and oxen feed!
Back to garden on the hills
Where the berry swells and fills
Under sunlight, under day!
South away! And South away!
Down the swift dark stream you go
Back to lands you once did know!
11. Beyond sundering seas
(Lyrics by J.R.R Tolkien)
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew:
Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew.
Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea,
And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden Tree.
Beneath the stars of Ever-eve in Eldamar it shone,
In Eldamar beside the walls of Elven Tirion.
There long the golden leaves have grown upon the branching years,
While here beyond the Sundering Seas now fall the Elven-tears.
O Lorien! The Winter comes, the bare and leafless Day;
The leaves are falling in the stream, the River flows away.
O Lorien! Too long I have dwelt upon this Hither Shore
And in a fading crown have twined the golden elanor.
But if of ships I now should sing, what ship would come to me,
What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea?
12. Farewell boromir
(Lyrics by J.R.R Tolkien)
Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows
The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it goes.
‘What news from the West, O wandering wind, do you bring me tonight?
Have you seen Boromir the Tall by moon or by starlight?’
‘I saw him ride over seven streams, over waters wide and grey;
I saw him walk in empty lands, until he passed away
Into the shadows of the North. I saw him then no more.
The North Wind may have heard the horn of the son of Denethor.’
‘O Boromir! From the high walls westward I looked afar,
But you came not from the empty lands where no men are.’
‘From the mouths of the Sea the South Wind flies, from the sand hills and the stones;
The wailing of the gulls it bears, and at the gate it moans.
‘What news from the South, O sighing wind, do you bring me at eve?
Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve.’
‘Ask not of me where he doth dwell – so many bones there lie
On the white shores and the dark shores under the stormy sky;
So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing Sea.
Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends to me!’
‘O Boromir! Beyond the gate the seaward road runs south,
But you came not with the wailing gulls from the grey sea’s mouth.’
From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, and past the roaring falls;
And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls.
‘What news from the North, O mighty wind, do you bring me today?
What news of Boromir the Bold? For he is long away.’
‘Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry, there many foes he fought.
His cloven shield, his broken sword, they to the water brought.
His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid to rest;
And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore him upon its breast.’
‘O Boromir! The Tower of Guard shall ever northward gaze
To Raurors, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days.’
13. The lord of silver fountains
(Lyrics by J.R.R Tolkien)
The King beneath the mountains,
The King of carven stone,
The lord of silver fountains
Shall come into his own!
His crown shall be upholden,
His harp shall be restrung,
His halls shall echo golden
To songs of yore re-sung.
The woods shall wave on mountains
And grass beneath the sun;
His wealth shall flow in fountains
And the rivers golden run.
The streams shall run in gladness,
The lakes shall shine and burn,
All sorrow fail and sadness
At the Mountain-king’s return!
14. Rover's rune
(Lyrics by J.R.R Tolkien)
I sit beside the fire and think
Of all that I have seen,
Of meadow flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been;
Of yellow leaves and gossamer
In autumns that there were,
With morning mist and silver sun
And wind upon my hair.
I sit beside the fire and think
Of how the world will be
When winter comes without a spring
That I shall ever see.
For still there are so many things
That I have never seen:
In every wood in every spring
There is a different green.
I sit beside the fire and think
Of people long ago,
And people who will see a world
That I shall never know.
But all the while I sit and think
Of times that were before,
I listen for returning feet
And voices at the door.
15. The traveling wind
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