Years of travels

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After retaking Moria, Hali bid Balin a due and headed back out into the wilderness to put her services out for those in need. She always popped up again to check on her dear friends.

From Strider in the North with his people the Dùnedain rangers of the North to Thorin and Erebor all the way back to a small hole in the ground, her dear hobbits home Bilbo Baggins.



Sing for the lost, for eternal affairs

Sing to raise our spirits in great despair

Through the ashes of oblivion

Quick and unseen like the dragon's offspring

For we owe no debts and bow to no king

Every war has its costs and we've paid

Won by the bond of the party we've made

Warn with a call that the battle starts now

As the demons listen we strike them down

Fighting back the rifts of blood
Sent from the sky lies a angel in need

Give him muse to strengthen and words to heed

Heaven's doused and set alight
We're knocking on the gates of hell tonight

Broken swords and dragon's bones
Scattered on the way back home

Beating to the sound of clashing steel
When they're on our heels

Now chant the tales and legends told
Strengthened by the hymns of old

Weathered as this winding road is long

So we sing our traveler's song

Play out a spell in your sequence of chords

To inspire and sharpen our rusted swords

Echoing the whisper of the trees

Creep 'long a path where a thousand bards failed

From the thick West Tyrian jungle trails

Come from afar to set prisoners free

Into dark tangled depths from the open sea

Broken swords and dragon's bones
Scattered on the way back home
Beating to the sound of clashing steel
When they're on our heels

Now chant the tales and legends told
Strengthened by the hymns of old
Weathered as this winding road is long

So we sing our traveler's song
Second chances don't come cheap
So keep alert and on your feet
An ancient spirit's song will heal our wounds

Unabashed by our defeat
Spite the bloodstains on these cobble streets

A message to the gods to see us through

Ever heard, yet rarely sung
So raise your voice and praise the sun

I call a new rebirth to keep us strong
Countless souls along the path
Lost to fiends and lords of wrath

But we'll return to play our final song
Broken swords and dragon's bones
Scattered on the way back home

Beating to the sound of clashing steel
When they're on our heels

Now chant the tales and legends told
Strengthened by the hymns of old
Weathered as this winding road is long

So we sing our traveler's song

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