In the shadows, he walks alone,

A figure of mystery, with a heart of stone,

His eyes, like the stars, shine bright and cold,

As he watches over, the lands of old.

Oh, Strider, with your secrets untold,

You roam the wilderness, with a heart of gold,

Your path is fraught, with danger and with pain,

Yet you press on, with a will that's strong and plain.

The wind whispers secrets, in his ear so fine,

Of the lands he's known, and the battles he's designed,

His footsteps quiet, as he moves unseen,

A ghostly figure, with a presence serene.

Oh, Strider, with your secrets untold,

You roam the wilderness, with a heart of gold,

Your path is fraught, with danger and with pain,

Yet you press on, with a will that's strong and plain.

In the silence, he hears the call,

Of the wild and the free, and the ancient wall,

He knows the perils, that lie ahead,

Yet he'll face them, with a courage unsaid.

The Fellowship, with their quest so bright,

Will follow him, through the dark of night,

Through treacherous mountains, and treacherous sea,

With Strider leading, they'll find their destiny.

Oh, Strider, with your secrets untold,

You roam the wilderness, with a heart of gold,

Your path is fraught, with danger and with pain,

Yet you press on, with a will that's strong and plain.

The Ranger's lament, echoes through the land,

A haunting melody, of a hero's stand,

For Strider walks, with a purpose true,

Guiding the Fellowship, to see their journey through.