Текст песни Анарион - На Запад

West in broken chain mail, in breed helmets,
In the shirts stained with blood, with fragments of steel,
We are going back to the west with a grudge grass.
And we look at a shining look as we become.

Above the White Dear Skinny Wanderers Shadow
Pass ... How many of us, God, how do you want to cry!
What are we going there? I see a step
And the one that leads us with me through a foggy slush.

To the west! We are stars like needles pierce your palms.
All strict and bright, everyone knows what we are worthy.
All light for light: and dead riders, horses,
And the White Hospit of the Fasting Slimming.