Fury of battle is burning in my mind My sword and armors are dark from blood So hard to breath, I am tired to kill Again and again!
Hear my call, I crave for help Horn of Gondor mutes the battle Save my brothers, hurry up Until it is too late!
“From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, and past the roaring falls And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls. 'What news from the North, O mighty wind, do you bring to me today? What news of Boromir The Tall? For he is long away.”
Death is so near, I hear its breath I`ll never see White Tower again Dozens of orcs`ll stay here forever Kissed by my sword
I am bleeding, no more hope My eyes don’t see, my body cant move Poison arrows has pierced me Soon I will pass…
Chorus. The evil power of Ring Has made me lost my mind Forgive me, Aragorn And I’ll die with a peace in my heart! Give me sword, oh my king, I must pass as I lived I believe, you will save our people!!! The White City will stand and the enemies`ll tremble From the Horn Of Gondor singing!!!
“Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry. There many foes he fought. His cloven shield, his broken sword, they to the water brought. His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid to rest; And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore him upon its breast.' 'O Boromir! The Tower of Guard shall ever northward gaze To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days.”
I would have followed you, my brother… My captain… My king…