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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...