East Wind

East winds call of lands so foul
Passing through the silent woods
Leaves rustle and the shadows deepen
Hearts fall heavy and war thickens

Fell beasts pierce the brooding terror
Swords tremble and hope has ceased
Black fumes issue from dark mountains
Frodo struggles within himself

Paths are troubled and shadows flit between the rocks
Silent as the cold stones, towers stand guard on grim heights
Marching lines of the enslaved traverse the corrupt and barren plains
Come to answer the challenge of the West.

- Tinuviel