Sindarin:

Edrochant e
na nagor, 
Ed nan gurth. 
e gladhant 
An e naun ad neth 
naun aran 
Hir gwaith beleg. 
Elo!  
Sui orthant vegil ín 
Vi ‘las beleg 
Ortholl gurth.  
Anann si lostar 
Nu lae vi Ngondor 
Sí lostar na hír veleg 
Mithren sui nîr, thiliol celebren  
Ta geliant caran, 
Púrinnen na hereg 
Lachant ned annûn 
Úrianner i eryd 
Sui ros garan dannant 
Or pheli Pelennor 

English:

Forth he rode 
In to battle. 
Forth in to death. 
And he laughed. 
For he was young again. 
And he was King. 
The Lord of a great people. 
And lo! 
Even as raised his sword 
In great joy, 
Death came on. 
Long now they sleep 
Under grass in Gondor. 
Sleep now by the great river, 
Grey as tears, gleaming silver, 
Red then it rolled, 
Dyed with their blood. 
Flamed at sunset; 
The mountains burned; 
As red dew fell 
On the fields of Pelennor.