When mankind against the Shadow makes war,
remember the Blade that was Broken.
Remember the horn which in two was shorn,
remember the forest awoken.

Remember the Ring, destroyed in the fire.
Remember the Elves, fair and bright.
Remember the Mountain, remember the Shire.
Remember: with Hope, there is Light.

Remember the horsemen across the Plain racing,
remember the promise of old.
Remember the small ones the Three flew in chasing.
Remember the sorrow untold.

Remember the Pilgrim, the truest, the wise.
Remember the steed he was riding.
Remember the darkness which covered the skies.
Remember the madness in hiding.

Remember the tower pure evil created,
remember the terror that wrought It.
Remember the waters which flowed unabated,
remember the peril that brought it.

Remember the family the Sea tore asunder.
Remember the golden-leaved wood.
Remember the glory, remember the wonder,
remember the grave and the good.

Remember the sorrow, remember the sadness,
remember the countless lives lost.
But also remember the love and the gladness,
the joy this world bought, and its cost.

Remember the blood that red stained the sun
o’er battlefields long, long ago.
When all seems lost, and the Shadow has won,
and the world is nigh-conquered by woe:

Help comes surprising, and often unlooked-for
in forms unexpected and strange.
When Gondor is once more embroilled in war,
the light of Hope ever will rage.