Sobre a terra lá reside Over the land there lies As longas sombras The long shadow Alcançando o oeste Westward reaching Asas de escuridão Wings of darkness A Torre treme The tower trembles Para os túmulos dos reis To the tombs of kings The doom approaches The dead awaken
A desgraça se aproxima For the hour is come for the oathbreakers Os mortos despertam At the stone of Erech they stand again Pois a hora chegou Hear the horn the hills enchant Para os perjuradores Who shall call them from grey twilight Na pedra de Erech Forgotten ones? Eles devem ficar de pé novamente Ouça o chifre nas colinas encantadoras Quem deve chamá-los Do crepúsculo cinza Os esquecidos?
Fora da dúvida, fora do escuro Out of doubt, out of dark A esperança reafirma, e espero em fim Hope rekindles and hope in end Sobre a morte, sobre o medo Over death, over dread Sobre a desgraça erguida Over doom lifted Fora da perda, fora da vida Out of loss, out of life E fora da dúvida, fora da escuridão And out of doubt, out of dark Sobre a morte, sobre o medo Over death, over dread Fora da perda Out of loss, unto a long glory! Para uma longa glória
Os herdeiros daquele a quem o juramento juraram The heir of him to whom the oath they swore Do Norte ele virá From the north he shall come E ele deve passar pela porta And he shall pass the door Para os Caminhos dos Mortos To the Paths of the Dead Mourn not overmuch Mighty was the fallen And war now calls us
Não lamente muito The heir of him to whom the oath they swore Poderosos foram o caídos From the north he shall come E a guerra agora nos chama! And he shall pass the door To the Paths of the Dead Mourn not overmuch Mighty was the fallen And war now calls us
E ouça o chifre nas colinas encantadoras Over the land there lies Que deve chamá-los The long shadow Do crepúsculo cinza Westward reaching Wings of darkness The tower trembles To the tombs of kings The doom approaches The dead awaken
For the hour is come for the oathbreakers At the stone of Erech they shall stand again And shall the horn the hills enchant Who shall call them from grey twilight The forgotten ones?
Out of doubt and out of dark Hope rekindles and hope in end Over death, over dread Over doom lifted Out of loss, out of life Out of doubt and out of dark Over death, over dread Out of loss, unto a long glory!
The heir of him to whom the oath they swore From the north he shall come And he shall pass the door To the Paths of the Dead Mourn not overmuch Mighty was the fallen And war now calls us
The heir of him to whom the oath they swore From the north he shall come And he shall pass the door To the Paths of the Dead Mourn not overmuch Mighty was the fallen And war now calls us