Helm's Deep or Elvish Army SpeaksDedicated to: Peter Jackson |
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Power. Your will our law. |
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Marching Sun gleaming in helmets Bright armour Piercing arrows Sharpened swords. |
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Crimson mantle Proud captain Silk flying in the wind. |
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No chance. Fighting Falling |
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It should not have come to pass Our enemies would be conquered By the thousands they would fall |
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Immortal. Invincible. Cold, still, dead. |
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Your magic our undoing. We will haunt you. |
Written by Malinornė, October 2003