Over the land there lies a long shadow,
Grief sights to West,
Long beside to field last arrive
In tomb still is lying dream.
To Minas Tirith White they’ve passed road
There is White Tower turned to shadow
They wreathed dying world to withering sound that trembles,
To the tombs of king’s doom approaches.
Who shall call the forgotten people?
Whose shall the horn be?
Where the searched grey twilight
Where over dark wings lay
Far away over northern mountains
We shall hail now before cursed graves.
Over the land there lies a long shadow,
Westward reaching wings of darkness,
The tower trembles,
The dead awaken for the hour is come for the oathbreakers;
At the stone of Erech they shall hear a horn in the hills.
We rode under White Mountains,
We rode to kneel down before buried grave.
Far away, covered by shadows, White Mountains,
We’re here, pale towers raised up that high.
Over the land there lies a long shadow,
Westward reaching wings of darkness,
The tower trembles, to the tombs of kings.
Long… to field last arrive, In tomb…
At the stone of Erech shall they hear…
Still is… still is going war…
The grey company now arrived...