Through Forests deep and ???
His ??? mighty ?
??? in his face
In his eyes a glooming blaze
??? the crown of his Father and Gondor Throne
On his side brights the sword of Elendil
The Ancient ???
All that is gold does not glitter
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither
Deep roots are not reached by the frost
From the ashes a fire shall be woken
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken
The crownless again shall be king
In Minas Tirith stands his throne
The ???? of Gondor is his ???
Through, through forests deep
And ??? his pride
His crowless might
Through ???? his ???
???
??? in the face
In the face, in his eyes
A glooming blaze
All that is gold does not glitter
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither
Deep roots are not reached by the frost
From the ashes a fire shall be woken
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken
The crownless again shall be king
On, on his side ???
The mighty sword
Of Elendil, of Elendil
The Ancient Glory
