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My goal is clear now;

To build the land I was born to rule.

I take my leave of comfort,

To walk in the wild as a Ranger of the night.

Darkness will not hold me;

His malice is the scourge that I will deny.

I fly the banners

For Arnor, and the kingdom I shall claim!

This is his doom,

The great trial of Man,

Can mortal men bear such weight?

Lost in a dream,

He cannot foresee

The losses he will suffer for this fate.

I serve one purpose;

The fire in my eyes few can endure.

Hunting from the shadows,

No servant of Sauron will withstand my blade

Yet I bear my burden;

My doom haunts my every breath.

I must return now

To Gondor, and the kingdom I shall claim.