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 stand again
Hear the horn the hills enchant
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

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

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
And shall the horn the hills enchant
Who shall call them from grey twilight
The forgotten ones?

Out of doubt and out of dark
Hope rekindles and hope in end
Over death, over dread
Over doom lifted
Out of loss, out of life
Out of doubt and 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

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