He is the heir of Isildur

Raised in the elven home

He wears the ring of Barahir

The future holds his throne

Because of love he cannot have

He walks the world alone

The lady of Lothlorien

Whose eyes in wisdom shone

The horn of Boromir is calling still

From the falls of Rauros to Gondor

Noble was his death

Against the evil ones

Raised inside the heart of Mordor

Ranger of Eriador hidden heir of kings

With dwarves and elves and halflings

They fight the war of rings

Because of love he cannot have

He walks the world alone

The lady of Lothlorien

Whose eyes in wisdom shone

And now we tread the many paths of death

Seeking the betrayers of our kin

Aragorn leads spirits of grey company

To the slaving corsair ships at sea

He must be the king, he wears the elfstone

In the fields of Pelennor you can hear the sound

Many were the fallen

Well met they hit the ground

In the mighty battle where

Lives were won and lost

On the way Mordor, Mordor

Gondor, he must be the King

He wears the elfstone

He is the heir of Isildur

Raised in the elven home

He wears the ring of Barahir

The future holds his throne

Because of love he cannot have

He walks the world alone

The lady of Lothlorien

Whose eyes in wisdom shone

He wears the elfstone

He wears the elfstone

He wears the elfstone

Ooh he must be the King