The March Of Elessar

I stand alone, here I walk on my own
No one will know ever my name to call
Deep in the forest where shadows wander
Reflecting of glory and lost ancient lands
Where I come from, what am I heading for
My secret thoughts can be touched by no one
Cover my face with and old traveling coat
Ghosts of the dead shall lead me to the throne
In a land with no king
And of man's broken dreams
Bow your head to the lord of the rings
With an army unseen He's dispersing your fear
Bow your head to the king of the kings
All of my life I've been running astray
Chasing, escaping, no alive on my way
Fearless and ageless, existence - death row
Doomsday is near - I am your final hope
Your final hope
Bow to me in praise of my madness
Pray to me - I will make you god size
Come to me - I'll sweeten your sadness
Devote to me - I'll scorn your religion
Bow to me in praise of my madness
Pray to me - I will make you god size
Come to me - I'll sweeten your sadness
Devote to me - I'll scorn your last sacrifice
King of the kings