The Lord Of The Rings
Текст песни The Fields Of The Pelennor

Edrochant e Forth he rode
na nagor, In to battle.
Ed nan gurth. Forth in to death.
A e gladhant And he laughed.
An e naun ad neth For he was young again.
A naun aran And he was King.
Hir gwaith beleg. The Lord of a great people.
Elo! And lo!
Sui orthant vegil in Even as raised his sword
Vi 'las beleg In great joy,
Ortholl gurth. Death came on.
Anann si lostar Long now they sleep
Nu lae vi Ngondor Under grass in Gondor.
Si lostar na hir veleg Sleep now by the great river,
Mithren sui nir, thiliol celebren Grey as tears, gleaming silver,
Ta geliant caran, Red then it rolled,
Purinnen na hereg Dyed with their blood.
Lachant ned annun Flamed at sunset;
Urianner i eryd The mountains burned;
Sui ros garan dannant As red dew fell
Or pheli Pelennor On the fields of Pelennor.