Swordsman of the Sky

I met a traveler upon the Greenway Road
One night on the way to Bree
From under hooded cloak
Glowing ember and his pipe smoke
He called and hailed to me
Just then a dusk-wolf howled
And I feared brigands on the road
And he looked fair enough to me
So I drew my pony up
And asked the rider his name
And this is what he said to me
"I'm just a minstrel with a wandering horse
But not all who wander are lost
I follow those stars there you see on high
That's the swordsman of the sky
You see, a war is coming on these gentle lands
Long is the reach of dark hands
I've come to warn your folk
These roads will soon be weary
Beneath marching boots of evil enemies"
The strangers' war-speech
Kindled dread in my soul
Like the burning embers
In his pipe-bowl
Something in his voice
Like a call to fate
I asked him if it was too late
To warn of what will be
Can our folk remain free?
And this is what he said to me
I'm just a minstrel with a wandering horse
But not all who wander are lost
I could sing to you a great prophecy
From beyond the western seas
But stand fast defend the people free
The last battle is yet to be
I sing of hope in the
Shining belt on high
Seek the swordsman of the sky