Letras
In the hush of moonlight silver
When the stars begin to sing
There echoes old a tale of fire
Of shadows deep and golden rings
Far in the West where the seas sigh low
And white sails fade into the day
A whisper woke from ancient woe
A darkness stirred in lands of grey
The blackened hand, the Eye so red
From Mordor's gate its wrath it spread
But hope arose on hobbit's feet
So small, so bold, so incomplete
Oh ride, ride on, O stars above
Through mountain mist and forest grove
Let courage be the shield we wield
Let friendship be the sword we hold
For hearts of fire shall light the way
Though night may come and hope may stray
From Bag End's door to Rivendell
Through thunder's path and Moria's spell
Nine walked the road where none return
Where fires rage and fates may burn
The ranger cloaked, the dwarf with pride
An elven bow, the wizard's guide
But in the end, the smallest hand
Would bear the fate of all the land
Beneath the trees of Lothlórien fair
Where time is soft and still the air
They dreamed of days when peace might grow
While war drums beat in lands below
And Boromir, with heavy heart
Was torn and tempted, pulled apart
Yet even broken souls may find
Their glory in a final kind
On Rohan's field and Gondor's wall
Where kings would rise and kingdoms fall
The horns of men and horses cry
Stand now, for doom or victory nigh
And in the waste where shadows die
Two hobbits climbed toward ashen sky
One bore the ring, the other grace
Both bound by love and weary pace
Oh ride, ride on, O stars above
Through mountain mist and forest grove
Let courage be the shield we wield
Let friendship be the sword we hold
For hearts of fire shall light the way
Though night may come and hope may stray