The Final Battle

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    We heard the horns in the hills ringing
    The swords shinning in the South Kingdom
    Steeds went striding to the Stoninland
    As winds in the morning

    Long now they sleep
    Under Gondor´s greenful grass
    They left in kindled war
    Towards the Great Eye of Mordor

    Grey now as tears gleaming silver
    We cry for the renowned or nameless
    At sunset foam dyed with blood flamed
    Red fell the dew in Rammas Echor

    In the outskirts, near Minas Tirith
    The strikers prepare up for departure
    Gimli, Legolas, Aragorn and Gandalf,
    The brave sons of Elrond and Dúnedain...

    ...They ride by the valley of the Anduin
    Passing Osgiliath after green Ithilien
    Until reaching the Black Door
    Hoping that the Bearer and Sam
    Fulfil the Mission

    The Éphel Duath at the front now they are
    In the Crossroads they deliberate
    To Minas Morgul or to Morannon?
    Gandalf firmly advised
    To the Black Door!!!

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    Next to the third day from the departure
    A hundred miles separates from the Shadow
    Save forever King Elessar
    Three times at the day they shout

    The long march continued, Nâzgul following
    At the sixth day from leaving Minas Tirith
    Before Kirith Gorgor
    The forces are diminished by horror!

    At the morning they get prepared
    For being before the Morannon
    [Gandalf:] "Show yourself Dark Lord of Mordor!!!"
    The door's fold loud roared
    Before the Black Liutenant

    The Emissary of Barad-dûr
    Shows up the elfic grey cape
    It was from Frodo
    The horror surrounds now to all
    Gandalf takes it from him
    Any covenant is denied!

    The total ruin embraced to all
    Frodo and Sam were now captured
    At that dark moment one worse came
    Orquish helmets sounded everywhere!

    Mordor followers!
    Started their announce!

    From the Elrod Lithui
    The troops were lowered
    Nâzgul watching out, darkening the light
    In an infected mist the Faith...
    ...went away!!!

    A stormful proclaim emerged from incoming Trolls
    The blood ran through the Morannon field
    Pippin managed revenge for Beregond...!

    ...Killing the Great Lord Troll!
    Arranging himself to DIE!

    A signal comes, arrives from the upper skies:
    Gwaihir the Eagle aids but the Destiny wants more!

    The Ring faces the Orodruin in flames!!!

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