Lyrics Barahir' Son - Ainur

Only thirteen men without any chances
In the mountains where purple heath grows high
They had lost it all and they didn't give up
Only thirteen men
Without any chances
And their song was just a blood-curdling cry

At the foot of those tall, forbidding mountains
There's a woodland region of untamed land
It's the battlefield of unflinching valor
The last hideaway of the outcasts' band

They had lost it all and
They didn't give up

Only thirteen men
Without any chances

You are ensnared, prepare to die
You have believed a subtle lie
For what you gave, the price is low
Enjoy the freedom I bestow
Now you can go and join your bride
Here's a pair no-one can divide
Night has overtaken you
Here where trees are skeletal
Wailers at a funeral, pestilential view
And a specter bids you run
Where your resting place once stood
Because carrion birds are shrewd
And your kin's undone

He killed his father's murderers
A high decree defended him
All birds and beasts were aiding him
The loneliest of all wanderers
He courted death, chased it and failed
And new-formed evils crept and spread