Dragonhelm - Battleroar

Born with eons of sorrow

Cursed son of Hurin

Crossed the mountains of shadow

Exiled from Dor Lomin

Onward the hidden kingdom

Away from the eyes of Morgoth

Bearing the helm of his fathers

Crafted by gold and grey steel

Out of the land of Doriath

He followed the ancestors call

An army of lawless by his side

Became the fear of the orcs

Gurthang spread blood and disaster

The time for battle has come

The serpent will die from the chosen

No one can escape the black sword

Dragonhelm, ruler of blacksword and steel

Lord of fate

Pride of the great house of Hador

Shield me from wound and from death

Strike in the fury of battle

As the dragon that lies on the crest

Fear in the hearts of beholders

The powers of Hurin grow strong

The serpent will die from the chosen

No one can escape the black sword

Dragonhelm, ruler of blacksword and steel

Lord of fate