by He that Walks Unseen-(TV)
October 15, 2004
Harpers sing of ancient days
When all in this world was good
When creatures together were
And Melkor was understood
But another time was come
Wherein creatures foul became
Draugluin’s one of the names
That the world began to know
Wolves of the North he bred
Thunder grew in their hearts
Horror grew in their heads
Warg-tales thus came to pass
After their lord was dead
After the land was broken
Rhovanion was then their den
The great wolves were thus awoken
The neighboring mountains cold
Housed a sad and tortured horde
Eru’s chosen ones of old
Offspring of the first dark lord
These were the yrch of Moria
Cursed creatures of the night
Servants of an unseen master
Fathers of death and of plight
As the life of years died
And the breath of time was tamed
The kin of Durin the dwarf
O’er the Misty Mountains came
This band was not alone
For a halfling too was come
And a Maia was with them
He killed William, Bert and Tom
Then an alliance was formed
Draugluin’s kin was called upon
Moria Yrch were called as well
The Necromancer, their boss
The band of intruders was chased
The band of burglars was found
Up in trees their fate was bound
To the ones that live no more
Mirkwood was to be the witness
Of the foul alliance formed
Rhovanion and Moria as one
Safety seemed too far beyond
The aroma of death was felt
In Bilbo’s heart the hope died
In Gandalf’s head ideas crept
The dwarves wept as the yrch cried
Olorin found a way
As flames came out of his staff
A circle of fire was formed
Wolf-lords and yrch were harmed
The circumference of horror
Held a band up in the trees
Bilbo thought of his desire
His desire was to live
A cry was heard in the sky
Wings were noticed through the flames
Gwaihir came to Mithrandir
The band and burglar were safe
To lands beyond they were taken
Where the hope of life is pure
Where bears and horses are friends