Who are those rugged men wandering the Wilds?
They walk among the woods, under the stars
Fighting against enemies foul
Struggling in their own wars
You can see them if your eyes are keen
In many troubles they have been
A lot of blood they have seen
Of their enemies and their own kin
They hail from the lands of ancient Arnor
They guard the ancient ruins and Eriador
Maybe it is hard to believe
But they are there, just not to be seen
Strong hands holding the sword
Swift fingers on the bowstring
Bent back under the weight
Guarding us from the height
Bloodline of the ancient Númenor
Noble and hardy
The followers of Elendil
Tough and mighty
They should be thriving
In the realm of the North
Still exiles in the woods
Wandering back and forth.
Now they just silently wait for their king
Is his return already afoot?
The Rangers just wait
In their halls of wood.
