In the enchanted forest,
A gathering of the ancient elves.
In the large council room
Rumours of an imminent war.

His face was ageless and wise,
His hair was dark as shadows,
His grey eyes were bright,
The old king Alrond.
The old king Alrond.

Sitting on his wooden throne
He was reading the manuscript
Brought by a flying messenger
An eagle from the nordic peaks

Alrond :
"We have to run to Silvercastle
To help our secular allies
To fight against the evil aggressors
And send them back to their lands."

At dawn, the very next day
Thousands of elves riding unicorns
Armed with bows and swords
Were leaving their forest of Bocelia.

His face was ageless and wise,
His hair was dark as shadows.
His face was ageless and wise
His grey eyes were bright.

His face was ageless and wise,
His hair was dark as shadows.

The old king Alrond.
The old king Alrond.
The old king Alrond.