Kyrielle to the Age of Men
- Beruthiel

Soft white squares are flying high
Waving to a passerby
Not all fighters fell afar
Kingly Elessar.

Huddled orcs beneath the moon
Shackled by their master's rune
Fire burnt out in hearts of tar
Kingly Elessar.

Stately beings are all but gone
Withered boughs where gold once shone
Heal this land of war and scar
Kyrie Elessar.