Splendid legions are advancing Forth to sow the seed of war; Banners bright, their standard high, Thousand gleaming swords are drawn: "Sound the charge and blow the horn, Clarion call - our foes shall fall!" Red of hand the knights of Dol Amroth Challenge again the Master of the Wind; Silver ships of the royal armada Bearing high the token of the Swan: "Then our enemies cower in fear, 'Ere the dawn we'll put them to the sword!"