Howard Shore - The Fields Of The Pelennor

Dollost - dîr cuiol [choir: 1.47] ú-'ar nin degi! Le echelithar aen Athar fuin ban Rhaw lîn mannen Ind tham lîn Lanc na chen be-thobas. Anant i vaethor ú-ritha Hên Rohan Fim sui anghathel Bain a goeol. Na vedui istant Na vedui cenn Dîr ú-naun hon... Vess e tiriant. You fool - no living man Can kill me! You will be borne away Beyond all darkness; Your flesh devoured; Your shriveled mind Left naked to the lidless eye. But still the soldier did not move, Child of Rohan, Slender as a steel-blade, Fair yet terrible. Too late he knew, Too late saw, This was no man... He looked upon a woman.