Minas Tirith's walls are as white as a pearl.
My beautiful city, my home.
It I must defend,
Even to the bitter end.
Orcs and Fell Beasts surround the City,
Attacking and killing without pity.
To fight them boldly is the White Wizard's command.
Will my home fall, will Minas Tirith stand?
My City I shall defend,
Even to the end.
We once hoped that the Riders of Rohan would come,
Now all seems lost.
The Nazgul are in the sky,
Bringing fear with their fell cry.
This shall be Gondor's fall.
But I shall defend,
Even to the bitter end.
The gates are broken;
Orcs swarm in.
I fight the foul creatures.
But there are too many.
Too many.
This may be my last stand, my last fight.
But I shall continue to defend,
Even to the harsh end.
I fight on.
I fight, even though weary.
A huge troll comes towards me.
But my city I shall continue to defend,
Even to my end.
The troll easily overtakes me.
I fall under his harsh blow.
It raises a spear to finish me.
One of the dead I shall be.
I fought and defended,
My life is thus ended.
Somewhere a cock crows,
Upon the now stained walls.
I cry out with it
"For Minas Tirith"
And then I hear horns.
The spear falls.