Menegroth - Summoning

A king there was in days of the old

Ere men yet walked upon the mould

His power was reared in caverns shade

His hand was over glen and glade

His shields were shining as the moon

His lances keen of steel were hewn

Of silver grey his crown was wrought

The starlight in his banners caught

And silver thrilled his trumpets long

Beneath the stars in challenge strong

Enchantment did his realm enfold

Where might and glory wealth untold

I say that we will go on, and this doom I add