The Pyre of Denethor

歌詞

ON THE FIELDS OF PELENNOR text from J.R.R. TOLKIEN, adapted by PHILIPPA BOYENS, translation by DAVID SALO ( SINDARIN ) Edrochant e Na nagor, Ed nan gurth. A e gladhant An e naun ad neth (( Forth he rode Into battle, Forth into death. And he laughed For he was young again. )) A naun aran Hir gwaith beleg. Elo! Sui orthant vegil ín Vi'las beleg Ortholl gurth. (( And he was King. The Lord of a great people. And lo! Even as raised his sword In great joy, Death came on. )) Anann si lostar Nu lae vi Ngondor Sí lostar na hír veleg, Mithrin sui nîr, thiliol celebren, Ta geliant caran, Púrinnen na hereg (( Long now they sleep Under grass in Gondor. Sleep now by the great river, Grey as tears, gleaming silver, Red then it rolled, Dyed with their blood. )) Lachant ned annûn Úrianner i eryd Sui ros garan dannant Or pheli Pelennor. (( Flamed at sunset; The mountains burned; As red dew fell On the fields of Pelennor. ))