Over the land there lies the long shadow.
   Westward reaching wings of darkness;
   The Tower trembles to the tombs of kings
  
   The doom approaches the Dead awaken;
   For the hour is come for the oathbreakers
   At the stone of Erech they shall stand again
   Hear there horn in hills enchants
   Who shall call them
   From grey twilight
   Forgotten ones?
  
   Out of doubt, out of dark
   Hope rekindles, and hope in end
   Over death, over dread
   Over doom lifted
   Out of loss, out of life
   And out of doubt, out of dark
   Over death, over dread
   Out of loss,
   Unto a long glory...
  
   The heir of him to whom the oath they swore
   From the North he shall come
   And he shall pass the door
   To the Paths of the Dead
  
   Mourn not overmuch - mighty was the fallen
   And war now calls us!
  
   And hear there horn in hills ringing
   Who shall call them
   from grey twilight