Over the land there lies a long shadow,nWestward reaching wings of darkness.nThe Tower trembles; to the tombs of kingsnDoom approaches. The Dead awaken;nnFor the hour is come for the oathbreakers;nAt the Stone of Erech they shall stand againnAnd hear there a horn in the hills ringing.nWhose shall the horn be? Who shall call themnnFrom the grey twilight, the forgotten people?nThe heir of him to whom the oath they swore.nFrom the North shall he come, need shall drive him:nHe shall pass the Door to the Paths of the Dead.