Over the land there lies 
the long shadow. Westward reaching 
wings of darkness; The Tower trembles 
to the tombs of kings 

The doom approaches 
the Dead awaken; 
For the hour [bad word] 
for the oathbreakers 
At the stone of Erech 
they shall stand again 
Hear there horn in hills enchants 
Who shall call them 
From grey twilight 
Forgotten ones? 

Out of doubt, out of dark 
Hope rekindles, and hope in end 
Over death, over dread 
Over doom lifted 
Out of loss, out of life 
And out of doubt, out of dark 
Over death, over dread 
Out of loss, 
Unto a long glory... 

The heir of him to whom the oath they swore 
From the North he [bad word] 
And he shall pass the door 
To the Paths of the Dead 

Mourn not overmuch - mighty was the fallen 
And war now calls us!