ARAGORN







NO HEIR-SON YOURS IS NO FAILURE.



SONGS OF YOUR GLORY WILL ENTHRALL.



BE AT PEACE FOR WHILE IM LIVING,



THE LAND OF GONDOR WILL NOT FALL.







BOROMIR MAKE HASTE IN TELLING,



NEWS OF THE BEARER AND HIS RING.



BY WHICH COURSE DID THE ORCS TAKE HIM?



X (BOROMIR DIES IN ARAGORNS ARMS.)







NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!







BOROMIR ITS TIME TO SAIL.



THE WIND BLOWS FRESH AND NEW.



THE STARS BURN BRIGHT AND CLEAR



FOR GUIDING YOU,



TO THE SEA. THE ENDLESS SEA.



SAIL ON MY FRIEND.







THEN WELL CATCH THE TURNING TIDE.



RACE FAST BEFORE THE MOON,



AND FLEE THE SAD FAREWELLS



THAT CAME TOO SOON,



ON THE SEA. THE ENDLESS SEA.



SAIL ON MY FRIEND.







WESTWIND CRY,



YOUR TEARS WILL WASH HIS EVRY DAWN.



NORTHWIND DIE



AND HOLD HIM GENTLY WHEN IM GONE.



SOUTHWIND FLY



AND BRING NEWS OF HIM ANON.



TELL ALL THE WORLD MY FRIEND



SAILED BRAVELY TO HIS END,



EAST OF THE MOON, WEST OF THE SUN.