Fury of battle is burning in my mind
My sword and armors are dark from blood
So hard to breath, I am tired to kill
Again and again!

Hear my call, I crave for help
Horn of Gondor mutes the battle
Save my brothers, hurry up
Until it is too late!

“From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, and past the roaring falls
And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls.
'What news from the North, O mighty wind, do you bring to me today?
What news of Boromir The Tall? For he is long away.”

Death is so near, I hear its breath
I`ll never see White Tower again
Dozens of orcs`ll stay here forever
Kissed by my sword

I am bleeding, no more hope
My eyes don’t see, my body cant move
Poison arrows has pierced me
Soon I will pass…

 [bad word] 
The evil power of Ring
Has made me lost my mind
Forgive me, Aragorn
And I’ll die with a peace in my heart!
Give me sword, oh my king, I must pass as I lived
I believe, you will save our people!!!
The White City will stand and the enemies`ll tremble
From the Horn Of Gondor singing!!!

“Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry. There many foes he fought.
His cloven shield, his broken sword, they to the water brought.
His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid to rest;
And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore him upon its breast.'
'O Boromir! The Tower of Guard shall ever northward gaze
To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days.”

I would have followed you, my brother…
My captain…
My king…