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From distant lands,

Where the skies above are strange,

He holds no mighty flag

Or great name.

Yet he is keen of mind,

His wisdom travels far,

All hail the Eagle of the Star!

Oh, Ecthelion, Steward of this mighty realm

Heed my call, and fight the corsair horde.

A peril to your southern lands, if Sauron moves to open war,

Strike now, with fire and with might!

In the distant lands,

Where the stars above are changed,

A battle in the night,

For great fame.

Their strength burnt away,

The corsairs fleeing far,

All hail the Eagle of the Star!

Oh, Gondor, I cannot now return to thee

A call from greater power binds my fate

Far beyond the Anduin, in lonely lands and distant night

My birthright, I must endure to claim.