Smoke of green in lands of grey

Towers rising to the sky

Rapid fire falls on prey

Digging deep into the night.

Painted dirt the shadows touch

On pale mountains, in dark woods

They dwell, planting their thick roots

Below Master's careful watch.

Marching light of sun in sight

Burning gold in shrieks of grief

Fading darkness, armies tight

Covered by the seas of white

Elessar returns with might.