And My Axe
Who here among us has got my back?
You have his sword and my axe!
We'll take the battle to Mordor
I'll cut the flesh with my axe
you slash with your sword
Let's ascend into the hills, fight the freezing winds
Combat goblins to shake the chills, march into the wilderness
Defeating every minion, and corruption in men
The Fellowship will never yield
"You have my sword."
"And my bow."
"And my axe!"
As the fell beasts rain out from pores in the sky
Hear the shadows shriek
Feel the echoes reverberate through your spine
Feel disgust burn a hole in your chest
On the back of his steed, the Nazgûl flies
On the wings that corrupt he shall ride
We will slay him though many will die
You shall not pass
Though the call of the ring tests us all
Like the Balrog's descent you shall fall
We will overcome you
Overwhelmed by Uruk-hai; hear the horn of Gondor sound
The final call of Boromir; hear the horn of Gondor sound
Fighting off his enemies, 3 arrows would meet their mark
Fallen, dying by a tree, "I would have followed you my brother."
"Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows
The west winds come walking and about the walls it goes
O, Boromir (Boromir)! The Tower of Guard shall ever northward gaze
To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days."
You have his sword and my axe!
We'll take the battle to Mordor
I'll cut the flesh with my axe
you slash with your sword
Let's ascend into the hills, fight the freezing winds
Combat goblins to shake the chills, march into the wilderness
Defeating every minion, and corruption in men
The Fellowship will never yield
"You have my sword."
"And my bow."
"And my axe!"
As the fell beasts rain out from pores in the sky
Hear the shadows shriek
Feel the echoes reverberate through your spine
Feel disgust burn a hole in your chest
On the back of his steed, the Nazgûl flies
On the wings that corrupt he shall ride
We will slay him though many will die
You shall not pass
Though the call of the ring tests us all
Like the Balrog's descent you shall fall
We will overcome you
Overwhelmed by Uruk-hai; hear the horn of Gondor sound
The final call of Boromir; hear the horn of Gondor sound
Fighting off his enemies, 3 arrows would meet their mark
Fallen, dying by a tree, "I would have followed you my brother."
"Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows
The west winds come walking and about the walls it goes
O, Boromir (Boromir)! The Tower of Guard shall ever northward gaze
To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days."
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Writer(s): Darian Mazloomi
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