"From the Seas of Rhun the East Wind blows across the lonely sands,

Whispering tales of ancient woes through the shadowed lands.

What news from the East O whispering wind do you bring to me today?

Have you seen Boromir the Bold, have you heard his horn?

I saw him set out on journey long, through the cities gates,

I saw him blow his famous horn and then he rode away,

Into Rohan over fen and field I saw him ride by day,

Until one morn I saw him leave, the North may know the way,

O Boromir, the Eastward road runs to Mordor's Gate,

And even the bravest warrior could not endure that fate."