The Flame Of The West

Darkness falls across the land…

But the flame shall rise again…

Shadows creep from Mordor's gate,

The sky is torn, the hour is late.

Blackened steeds and wraiths arise,

A crimson moon in cursed skies.

From Gondor's halls to Rohan's plain,

The echoes sing of ancient pain.

Yet in the dark, a star burns bright—

The flame of kings, the final fight.

Raise the sword, O Flame of the West!

Steel and song in hearts possessed.

Through fire, shadow, fear, and frost,

We fight for all that must not be lost!

In forest deep, where whispers dwell,

The elven lights begin to swell.

From silver trees to mountain throne,

The earth awakens stone by stone.

The ring-bearer walks alone,

Through ash and ruin, skin and bone.

But hope survives on broken ground,

When silence breaks, let horns resound!

Raise the sword, O Flame of the West!

Steel and song in hearts possessed.

Through fire, shadow, fear, and frost,

We fight for all that must not be lost!

“A day may come when the courage of men fails…

…but it is not this day.”

Raise the sword, O Flame of the West!

Steel and song in hearts possessed!

Through fire, shadow, fear, and frost!

We fight for all that must not be lost!

The king has returned…

The shadow is broken…