Maglor - Summoned

Upon this hill I stand, snow falls upon frost laden lands. Over mountains I travel far, with iron will through body marred A silent call I hear... The steps I take in haste, I have been called time will not waste. I go forth beyond stars of night Guided alone, a forboding plight. The time it has now come. Behold what may be done Or all will take my place. From here my souls led Forever time be spent Legends old: they fled Bringer of death I see Yet this means more to thee. Bravely forth I go. Winds gale uphill I climb Forgotten tale, was lost beyond time. Through white mists I quickly turn. Sword in hand the trees they burn. Summons of thunder roll across the skies Be this yet my day to die? The dim of battle it now fills my mind. Brethren lost yet soon to find. Lakes, valleys, rivers, streams Of this world have I truly seen? Behold... Songs remain of our fathers old Brought to light by this sorrow cold. Broken earth upon they lay Heralding this darkened day. Through white mists I quickly turn. Sword in hand the trees they burn. Summons of thunder roll across the sky Be this yet my day to die? Wayfarer of the world, take my soul. Bring me back to these lands of old. Upon this mountain grave I now wait A silent wanderer be that my fate?