Текст песни Aragorn, Son Of Arathorn

Through Forests deep and?

His? mighty?

? in his face

In his eyes a glooming blaze

? the crown of his Father and Gondor Throne

On his side brights the sword of Elendil

The Ancient?

All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.

In Minas Tirith stands his throne

The? of Gondor is his?

Through, through forests deep
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And? his pride

His crowless might

Through? his?

? in the face

In the face, in his eyes

A glooming blaze

All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.

On, on his side?

The mighty sword

Of Elendil, of Elendil

The Ancient Glory