Malbeth the seer's word

Over the land there lies a long shadow,
Westward reaching wings of darkness.
The Tower trembles to the tombs of kings
Doom approaches. The Dead awaken

For the hour is come for the oathbreakers
At the Stone of Erech they shall stand again
And hear there a horn in the hills ringing.
Whose shall the horn be? Who shall call them

From the grey twilight, the forgotten people?
The heir of him to whom the oath they swore.
From the North shall he come, need shall drive him:
He shall pass the Door to the Paths of the Dead.