Edrochant ena nagor,Ed nan gurth.A e gladhantAn e naun ad nethA naun aranHir gwaith beleg.Elo! And lo!Sui orthant vegil ínVi ‘las belegOrtholl gurth.Anann si lostarNu lae vi NgondorSí lostar na hír velegMithren sui nîr, thiliol celebrenTa geliant caran,Púrinnen na heregLachant ned annûnÚrianner i erydSui ros garan dannantOr pheli Pelennor
Forth he rodeIn to battle.Forth in to death.And he laughed.For he was young again.And he was King.The Lord of a great people.And lo!Even as raised his swordIn great joy,Death came on.Long now they sleepUnder grass in Gondor.Sleep now by the great river,Grey as tears, gleaming silver,Red then it rolled,Dyed with their blood.Flamed at sunset;The mountains burned;As red dew fellOn the fields of Pelennor.