In the hands of the last high king Among exiles of middle-earth From the sea to the mountains I carved a free path After the War of Wrath The first to distrust the deciever of men My wise master a radiant star Alone of Eldar forbid Annatar Wise king lose not thy grip on me For my blade more pure than snowfall And my sting is keener than ice Hold me fast among thine enemies For I am the Spear - cold Aiglos I saw Westernesse fall beneath the wave And the last of the faithful sail forth With Gondor and Arnor I joined in the war A last alliance of elves and men I bring cold death to Orc and Goblin From the gathering at Amon Sul We saw victory's ransom on the battle plain Seven years of siege at dark tower For my blade more pure than snowfall And my sting is keener than ice Hold me fast among thine enemies For I am the Spear - cold Aiglos In the hands of the last high king Among brave Dwarves, Elves and Men Though against me, none could withstand I fell from Gil-galad's hand For my blade was brighter than snowfall And my sting was keener than ice He held me fast among his enemies For I am the Spear - cold Aiglos