In a sacred grove, deep in the Mirkwood,
There was a night by voices filled..
On this open spot they all came,
Chieftains from the eaves of the northern realm!
Through danger they had travelled,
now they wanted words of wisdom,
"What brings fate , what is the Spirit's Will?"
"War is brooding far from the south to the north!"
"My brodr, fight with me!
Draw your sword!
Stand at my side!
My brodr, while we still are free!
Raise your sword!
And come with me!"
Voices roared, loud in the clear,
resistance forged, too long we waited!
Far too long afraid, too long in the Ruin's shadow,
Time to fight and have the weapons the raised!
"People of Mirkwood, our strength has gathered!
The Darkness awaits the rage of the Northern Men!
Our blood is far from spent, and we are not strange to danger!
Come with me and let us save the land that had us fathered!"
