Burn, Denethor, burn
Fill this land with your blazing glory;
Blaze, fire, blaze
Incinerate him;
Flow, oil, flow
Make him flammable;
Send forth the wind
Blow his ashes away!

Steward, the light of your pyre is shining,
In the midst of the stone halls shining.
Denethor, steward of Gondor, shine on us;
Set us free from your tyranny over us.
Shine on me,
Shine on me!

Burn, Denethor, burn
Fill this land with your blazing glory;
Blaze, fire, blaze
Incinerate him;
Flow, oil, flow
Make him flammable;
Send forth the wind
Blow his ashes away!