Venethor, O Venethor,
Follow your master,
Boromir, O Boromir,
Lead your brave cousin.
To the North, To the North,
To seek wise council,
Through Rohan, Through Dunland,
To seek the meaning of dreams.
The White Tower,
It watches and grieves,
sadness within
for it's children.
They ride North, with the wind,
On the Stewards command,
Their Horns sounding at the ends of the land.
Where now is Venethor,
Where now is Boromir,
They've ridden away, nae to return.
They rode with haste, to the Northern Lands,
Now Denethor grieves, Osgiliath falls...
For the Captains of Gondor,
Are yet to return...
