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