Estel

Seven sparkling stars and a snow-white tree,

Banner borne by the Crown of Numenor.

Two mighty armies before one City of Stone,

Will the dead tree bloom again?

Loud battlecries drowning wounded anguish,

Blood of men and orcs marring Pelannor Fields.

Men's horns blowing tunes, and horses hooves drumming,

The malicious music of war.

The smell of blood wafting, whirling through the air,

Rain will wash it away.

Among horses, beasts and men, fear of death and pain is clear,

For many, death is near.

The air is full of heated dust, that lies upon the brow,

Throats of men are dry.

There are black Corsair sails a-river, and crying seagulls above,

Nothing is what it seems.

Fear is strong in pounding, gasping hearts,

The sword is heavy and fingers cold.

But courage and conviction are spurring on,

Hope will never fade.

Above the screams and darkened soil, Telperion withstands.

The Star of the North is here.