Maia in his warm healing hands
Melting curses of dead shadows
Driving 'way pale frost and cold
Like remnants of melted snows

Elven in his long-last-life
Fading past years uncounted
Passing by the aging world
Dark fears and trials surmounted

Man in his countless failures
Accomplishing much for good
Amounting to less than perfect and still
Doing more than most could

Kingly in his bearing
Holding ancient hope unfound
Raising forgotten nobility
Untaught but brave, to the crown

Forgotten 'til world's dooming days
'Til Middle Earth's time is dire
The hunter fighting, doing his part
But his destiny still is higher

Light unseen hangs upon his brow
A warning to shadows of night
Heir to the throne stands undaunted
No mist or evil can shade his sight

Through dungeons deep and caverns dim
Leading company by black of night
Followed by dead; the cursed spirits
Emerging always into starlight

Reclaiming the seat of long empty throne
The banner of kings flying bright
An elven bride at his side forever
They face boldly the oncoming night

Desperately charging onward for hope
Undaunted by eternal despair
Standing at last on the last day
The crown of the King he wears

Victorious in battle, wise in ruling
Every mortal knee will bow
The bright light of the mighty kings
Forever hangs upon his brow