Strength in His silence
Courage in His stance
General of Gondor's Alliance
Determination in His glance
Women quivered, men bowed low
As the Sword-Arm of Gondor rode by
To save His people, He rode alone
"Remember this day little brother," He sighed
On this, the anniversary of His birth
A holiday celebrated as no other
We raise our cups, to His name, in mirth
To the success and victories of my Brother
Hail to the Victor!
Hail to the General!
Hail to our Brother!