There was dancing and was ringing 
There were shadow-people singing 
Ancient songs of olden gods 

Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate, 
Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still 
Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still 
Thy towers silent in the mist await 
Their [bad word] end, while through the elms 
The Gliding Water leaves these inland realms, 
And slips between long meadows to the Sea 

There was dancing and was ringing 
There were shadow-people singing 
Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate, 
Thy robe is grey 
Thy robe is grey 

Thou art the inmost province of the fading isle, 
Where linger yet the [bad word]  
Kortirion, I will meet the winter here 
.../repeat/... 

Thy towers silent in the mist await 
Their [bad word] end, while through the elms 
The Gliding water leaves these inland realms, 
And slips between long meadows to the Sea 

There was dancing and was ringing 
There were shadow-people singing 
Ancient songs of olden gods 
Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate, 
Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still 

Kortirion, I will meet the winter here, 
and conquer you …