Glade Lords Of Athel Loren
They came from cover of mighty mountain lands The servants of the forge Fires ignited in the night And set ablaze the soil Deep in the forests of Lorien The weaver of the woods Summoned the council of Orion And set up our doom Forth mighty brethren of the skies Arrows of Aenarion Far over forests and over fields On the wings of a mighty steed I will soar over mountains To silence your greed Every servant of industry Subjugated by forestry They will know of the lords of Lords of the Laurelorn As soon as we ran through the gates of the Ael Ithinor Accompanied by beasts Enchanted by magic of elven lore My blades danced the ballet of speed Blinded by strikes from the mighty ent We purified the glades Elegant strikes of my power left No visible marks on the blades Forth, mighty dragon of the skies Lighter of the shadows Far over forests and over fields On the wings of a mighty steed I will soar over mountains To silence your greed Every servant of industry Subjugated by forestry They will know of the lords of Lords of the Laurelorn Foul beings of the mountain lands, you are all beneath me, I'm the shadow of the sands Not a single one of them has been slain, by this imbecile sitting on top of me If industry and steel of honesty cannot prevail, perhaps the lure of chaos that resides in darkness will My name can not be uttered by the words of mortal tongue I've lived thousands of years, all of your deeds will go unsong My brethren of the dark lands have not shied away from power The spirits of my ancestors will turn away their gaze My path laid down before me now I know that I'll forget this day Forth mighty brethren of the skies Arrows of Aenarion Far over forests and over fields On the wings of a mighty steed I will soar over mountains To silence your greed Every servant of industry Subjugated by forestry They will know of the lords of Lords of the Laurelorn They will know of the lords of Lords of the Laurelorn Lords of the storm
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026