My heart for your word Ered Endrin, 
and watch your folk, tired and small 
All hope lies in its last breath. 

You wont fear us, for we wont bring you anything, 
but a faded spirit, 
the essence of my frost cries. 

(Frost and Ice destroy) 

My heart for your word, Dor Daedeloth, 
You have seen the journey of time, 
and let us half mortal beings, 
take part of the [bad word] 
and the solidtude of mankind for ever. 

Wherever we go, wherever we stand 
silence covers the bloodsoaked land 
And so we pass the mountains of Ered Gorgoroth 

Five shilluettes are crossing the planes 
to the wide opened forest of the west, 
on and on they are traveling 
in the direction of Hithlum 
called Nebelland that made me a King for eternity.