Minas Tirith
Revail vyrn dan minuialú galad, ú vin anor henCano an dregadú natha ored1Gwanwen ost in giliathDannen Osgiliath
Mennen nored dîn2Gwanwen i 'ûr bânSílant calad Dûn3Tollen Rochon 'Lân
Revail vyrn dan minuialú galad, ú vin anor henCano an dregadú natha ored1Gwanwen ost in giliathDannen Osgiliath
Mennen nored dîn2Gwanwen i 'ûr bânSílant calad Dûn3Tollen Rochon 'Lân
Black wings against a pale morningThere is no more light, not in this sunCall the retreatThere will be no warningThe citadel of the stars is goneOsgiliath is fallen
Their race was over;All courage gone.A light shone in the west -The White Rider had come.