See the morning fair and blue
Breaking on the western sea
Soft and glowing, gold in hue
Spreading on the greensward lee
Fair the sunrise ere the day
She danced within the grassy dell
Long hair black and laughing gay
There he saw sweet Aranel
He watched her neath the sweeping pine
Long known to him since childhood
Daughter of a noble line
With a soul both kind and good
And for her his heart failed not
The quest that lay before him
A heavy weight, a road hard fought
Fraught with dangers dark and grim
With determined will he turned
And journeyed far in foreign fields
From the wise their wisdom learned
With the strong his blade did wield
To this end long he labored
To destroy the three dark lords
In Pelenath, city favored
Fallen ‘neath their angry hordes
Land beneath a dull grey veil
Sluggish souls caught in despair
Rife with spoil in dell and dale
Land that lost what once was fair
But beneath the sluggish blight
A spark of hope lay hidden
Till one with truth his banner bright
Would breach foul hearts unbidden
Then would land awake in wrath
And cast down the darkling three
Led by leader down a path
Through battle on to victory
Arise Anarion the fair
Take a hold thy sword of truth
With honor bright, thou art heir
Claim thy right in days of youth
Quailed he not and stood he fast
With thought of land and lady
For the future and the past
He won the day with glory
Hail Anarion the King!
Hail his bride sweet Aranel!
Let the land lift voice and sing
The day the wicked Triad fell