I blow my horn
But there comes no aid
And though I wear a brave face
I am afraid

All that comes is more of them
More fell brutes running
Surrounding us, we’re helpless
We can escape by no cunning

Another one saunters down the hill
He’s different from the rest
For on his head, he wears no helm
It seems this is my test

He draws a crossbow from his back
And he readies to fire
Flying comes an arrow black
And a pain that seems dire

I see my red blood flowing
And give a cry of pain
But the little ones, they need me
And I rush in again

Another arrow pierces
Another wound sears
But if I’m to redeem myself
I must fight despite my fears

Another arrow tearing
This one has flown true
For it has rent my heart
And my time is overdue

The halflings try to help me
They come running to my aid
But they are snatched by Uruk-Hai
As I succumb to pain

O, small ones I have failed you
My heart screams with regret
Fell feet pound all around me:
Uruks leaving me for dead

But the proud one, he yet lingers
He won’t leave until he’s sure
That my heart’s no longer beating
That my death can be assured

He aims a final blow at me
A fatal, killing, punch
I brace myself for this last pain
But the pain never comes

The next thing that I know
My friend is by my side
He who I once looked down upon
I look up to with pride

He knows he cannot save me
Only help to ease the pain
And he swears to go to Gondor
And help my people when I’m slain

O Gondor, mighty Gondor
I will never see you again
And though I wished only to help you
I have shamed you in the end

You will not fail our people
I wish you well, my friend
I would have followed you, my brother
But here my journey ends