Look upon the sky, my brothers,
Look upon the sky
The clouds are piling, I would this day another,
Look upon the sky

Some say there is hope for us yet
But the orcs are placing their bets

Gondor is fallen! My boy will ne’er open his eyes!
But stand fast, my brothers, as I look upon the sky.
The white tree, never blooming
The fall of the inner wall is looming
But as you fall
By Uruk-hai mauled
My brothers, look upon the sky.

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