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Splendid legions are advancing

Forth to sow the seed of war;

Banners bright, their standard high,

Thousand gleaming swords are drawn:

“Sound the charge and blow the horn,

Clarion call – our foes shall fall!”

Red of hand the knights of Dol Amroth

Challenge again the Master of the Wind;

Silver ships of the royal armada

Bearing high the token of the Swan:

“Then our enemies cower in fear,

‘Ere the dawn we’ll put them to the sword!”