Evil comes to surround me,
To surround me and those I love.
They go to war,
The Sons of Kings, true Rohirrim
Soon to be lost, as drops of blood engulfed by rain.
While I, I am to be left with Darkness and Duty,
To govern a dying land of an iron people-
Stallions racing through burning plains.

I cannot feel the beating of my heart
As it lies beneath the shadow,
So I stand longing for a glory-death denied to me,
Seeing only which is cold-
Not as clang of swords in yellow-haired battle,
But as empty halls are filled with a chill bereft of living souls.
For there is no warmth left in the sun ad it is veiled by these clouds of doom
As they cover all the earth in agony.

And I, I am to be left with Darkness and Duty,
But no more.