Over the land there lies the long shadow.   Westward reaching wings of darkness;   The Tower trembles to the tombs of kings      The doom approaches the Dead awaken;   For the hour is come for the oathbreakers   At the stone of Erech they shall stand again   Hear there horn in hills enchants   Who shall call them   From grey twilight   Forgotten ones?      Out of doubt, out of dark   Hope rekindles, and hope in end   Over death, over dread   Over doom lifted   Out of loss, out of life   And out of doubt, out of dark   Over death, over dread   Out of loss,   Unto a long glory...      The heir of him to whom the oath they swore   From the North he shall come   And he shall pass the door   To the Paths of the Dead      Mourn not overmuch - mighty was the fallen   And war now calls us!      And hear there horn in hills ringing   Who shall call them   from grey twilight