The Dead Marshes Lyrics & Chords By Howard Shore

THE DEAD MARSHES
text by PHILIPPA BOYENS, translation by DAVID SALO
( SINDARIN )

I ngyrth sí ú-lostar
Ú-chiriar îdh
Hiriar harch ring a nîd
Tano i óner
Io na ndagor veleg
Na dûr ben-galu, na naeth arvethed
Mín galad a chuil ban.
Mín sarch a ngurth ban.

(( The Dead do not sleep here.
They have found no rest.
Only a cold dank grave
To mark what they gave
To a great battle - long ago;
To a fruitless victory - to endless woe.
One light for each life.
One grave for every death. ))