The Way Is Shut
It Was Made By Those Who Are Dead
And The Dead Keep It…
At the fall of the Second Age, an allegiance sworn by men
Upon the Stone of Erech, To aid Isildur on the battle plain
In a war against the Dark Lord, all races became as one
But treachery ran deeper, as they worshipped Morgoth's son
When time fell to march for war, and dire was the need
They hid beneath the mountains, declined to fulfill their deed
Resentful of their betrayal, Isildur's bane was cast
Until their pledge accomplished, the curse on them would last
In the caves beneath the mountains bound to be consumed
A subterranean realm, never to be exhumed
As ghosts they haunted valleys, and shut the Dimholt path
Dreaded was their kingdom, uncontainable was their wrath
Mûl gukrûrz
Matûrz atishug ta
As prophesized by the Seer, the heir of Man doth came
Took the road under the mountain, for the dead he's bound to tame
From the lands of the Northern wastes, came the heir of Numenor
Clad as a ranger but heir to the throne of Gondor
Wielding Anduril, stepped forth as their king
Demanded them to fight against the Lord of the One Ring
For their freedom they agreed to fight alongside men
Under Elessar's banner, marched outside Pelennor Plain
Legions of Haradrim, fought vainly against the dead
As a wave of trampled terror they cleansed the infested land
For their aid in battle, their oath was held fulfilled
The army of the Shadow Host, now free of all their guilt…