Splendid legions are advancing
Forth to sow the seed of war;
Banners bright, their standard high,
Thousand gleaming swords are drawn:
"Sound the charge and blow the horn,
Clarion call - our foes shall fall!"
Red of hand the knights of Dol Amroth
Challenge again the Master of the Wind;
Silver ships of the royal armada
Bearing high the token of the Swan:
"Then our enemies cower in fear,
'Ere the dawn we'll put them to the sword!"