…Can you hear? The call of the fallen…
On empty fields…
In the shadows of dark Mordor's sky…
Faded souls… with no more strength to try…
Still calling heavenward, in the night…
Hear the call of "Valar! Where has the morning gone?
When will I wake…
And if my ears, shall hear no more,
When shall this soul, you take?"

Do you feel… the hands of the faded…
In memory crying,
For an ending to their dying fears…
Wasted years… they mock with what could have been…
Now there is nothing, but moonlights bite…
And they cry out, "Valar! Where has the morning gone?
When came this night…
And if these hands, shall hold no more,
Shall this soul go to the light..?"

Will you see? The nine who are broken…
In anguish screaming…
At the darkness, in which they are bound…
Sauron found them as they breathed,
And now that they breath no more…
He holds them within himself,
On twilights shore…

Still they cry out!

"Valar! Where has the morning gone?
Where is the light…
And if these eyes, shall see no more,
Take your blade and in me pour,
The peace of night…

May I rest, despite…"

…Can you hear,
the cry…of the fallen?