Over the land there lies a long shadow Grief sights to West Long beside to field last arrive In tomb still is lying dream To Minas Tirith White they’ve passed road There is White Tower turned to shadow They wreathed dying world to withering sound that Trembles To the tombs of king’s doom approaches Who shall call the forgotten people? Whose shall the horn be? Where the searched grey twilight Where over dark wings lay Far away over northern mountains We shall hail now before cursed graves Over the land there lies a long shadow Westward reaching wings of darkness The tower trembles The dead awaken for the hour is come for the oathbreakers At the stone of Erech they shall hear a horn in the hills We rode under White Mountains We rode to kneel down before buried grave Far away, covered by shadows, White Mountains We’re here, pale towers raised up that high Over the land there lies a long shadow Westward reaching wings of darkness The tower trembles, to the tombs of kings Long to field last arrive In tomb At the stone of Erech shall they hear Still is, still is going war The grey company now arrived