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At the break of day
The sky has filled with blood;
Far horizons threat
Tempestuous overkill!

Freezing boreal winds
In dreary tongues forewarn:
Dare not come between
The Nazgul and his prey…

Into glory ride,
Our silver lances shine
As we charge the field
And havoc is the cry!

Deeds of song on the fields of Pelennor…

When all hope is quenched
Where art thou Elessar?
“Let my banner fly high -
Anduril goes to war!”

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