"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."