The starlight is fading
Across the sky
As the full moon is setting
And the Nazgul fly

The red sun rises
Across the plain
Its new light is shining
On the blood of the slain

A shout of victory is called
And we mourn now the cost
A great king of men
Forever is lost

Now we look to the East
Where the Enemy’s in wait
Beyond the grey mountains
Filled with vengeance and hate

We march now to war
On Sauron’s black lands
Our fate now resting
In a young Hobbit’s hands.