In ancient lands he walks alone, 
A wanderer with staff in hand. 
Cloaked in grey, eyes of wisdom, 
Guardian of this shattered land.

 Whispers of the Valar's tongue, 
Echo through the night's abyss.
Mithrandir, the Grey Pilgrim, 
Flame of Anor burning bright. 
Through the shadows, guiding light, 

Beacon in the darkest night.
Battles waged in hearts of men, 
He stirs the courage deep within. 
Stands against the rising darkness, 
Beacon in the darkest night.

Battles waged in hearts of men, 
He stirs the courage deep within. 
Stands against the rising darkness, 
Defying fate, resisting sin.

Songs of old he softly sings,
Weaving hope on broken strings.
Mithrandir, the Great Grey Pilgrim, 
Flame of Anor burning bright. 
Through the shadows, guiding light, 
Beacon in the darkest night.

Battles waged in hearts of men, 
Beacon in the darkest night.
Battles wagered in hight

Battles waged in hearts of men
Weaving hope on broken strings.

Mithrandir, the Great Grey Pilgrim, 
Flame of Anor burning bright. 
Through the shadows, guiding light, 
Beacon in the darkest night.

Battles waged in hearts of men, 
Beacon in the darkest night.
Battles waged in hearts of men
Carried on the wings of time

Mithrandir, the Stormcaller,
Voice that shakes the mountain stone. 
With His wisdom, lies in darkness 
Fair fighting fate, resisting sin

No longer are we alone,
No longer are we alone.

On the bridge of Khazad-dûm, 
He faced the fire, he faced the gloom. 
"You shall not pass!" his thunder cries, 
As he falls, the phoenix flies.

Returned in robes of shining white, 
Stronger, risen from the night. 
Guiding us to final stand, 
To free the soul of Middle-earth's land.

From the east the shadows wane, 
Hope and glory rise again.

Mithrandir, White wide Rider, 
Bearer of the staff of light.
Leads the charge against the darkness, 
Ending everlasting night.

Legends fade but not his story, 
Carried on the wings of time. 
Mithrandir, our timeless guardian, 
Immortalized in rhyme.