Guerras de grandes reis e ruídos de armaduras Wars of great kings and clash of armouries Cujas espadas nenhum homem poderia dizer, cujas lanças Whose swords no man could tell Foram numerosas como as espigas do trigal Whose spears were numerous as wheat fields ears Reviraram todas as grandes terras, e mares Rolled over all the great lands and seas
Lançaram-se altos com os navios, suas chamas devoradoras Were loud with navies, devouring fires Por trás dos exércitos queimaram ambos os campos e cidades Behind the armies burned both fields and towns E saquearam e desmoronaram ou a piras flamejantes And sacked and crumbled to flaming pyres Foram cidades feitas, onde tesouros e coroas Were cities made, where treasuries and crowns
Reis e seus povos, suas esposas e belas virgens Kings and their folk, their wives and tender maids Foram todos consumidos. Agora silenciosas estão aquelas cortes, Were all consumed, now silent are those courts Arruinadas estão as torres, cujas velhas formas vagarosamente se vão Ruined the towers, whose old shape slowly fades E pés alguns passam através de seus portões And no feet pass beneath their broken ports
Não preciso do clamante sinal do sino que badala I need no call of clamant bell that rings Badaladas estridentes nas torres de reis fantasmagóricos Iron tongued in the towers In the towers of earthly kings
Monte, monte Take a ride on, ride on No seu cavalo podre On your rotting horse Naquele solo mortal On that deadly ground Monte, monte Take a ride on, ride on No seu cavalo podre On your rotting horse Com um som pesado With a pounding sound
Aqui nas pedras e árvores onde há um feitiço Take a ride on, ride on De perda inesquecível, de memórias mais abençoadas On your rotting horse Do que riqueza mortal, On that deadly ground Aqui intacta reside a imortal neblina Take a ride on, ride on Sob elmos enferrujados On your rotting horse Alalminore um em reinos antigos.
Take a ride on, ride on On your rotting horse On that deadly ground Take a ride on, ride on On your rotting horse With a pounding sound
Take a ride on, ride on On your rotting horse On that deadly ground Take a ride on, ride on On your rotting horse
Wars of great kings and clash of armouries Whose swords no man could tell Whose spears were numerous as wheat fields ears Rolled over all the great lands and seas
Were loud with navies, devouring fires Behind the armies burned both fields and towns And sacked and crumbled to flaming pyres Were cities made, where treasuries and crowns
Kings and their folk, their wives and tender maids Were all consumed, now silent are those courts Ruined the towers, whose old shape slowly fades And no feet pass beneath their broken ports
I need no call of clamant bell that rings Iron tongued in the towers In the towers of earthly kings
Take a ride on, ride on On your rotting horse On that deadly ground Take a ride on, ride on On your rotting horse With a pounding sound
Take a ride on, ride on On your rotting horse On that deadly ground Take a ride on, ride on On your rotting horse
Here on stones and trees, here there lies a spell Of an unforgotten loss, of memories more blest Than mortal wealth Here dwells, here undefeated dwells The fog immortal under withered elmes Alalminórë once in the realms