Unto a long glory... - Summoning

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