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The Fields of Pelennor -Angmar Dollost - dir cuiol u-'ar nin degil! Le echelithar aen Athar fuin ban Rhaw lîn mannen Ind tham lîn Lanc na chen be-thobas. Anant i vaethor ú-ritha Hên Rohan Fim sui anghathel Bain a goeol. Na vedui istant Na vedui cenn Dîr ú-naun hon... Vess e tiriant. (You fool - no living man Can kill me! You will be borne away Beyond all darkness; Your flesh devoured; Your shriveled mind Left naked to the lidless eye. But still the soldier did not move, Child of Rohan, Slender as a steel-blade, Fair yet terrible. Too late he knew, Too late saw, This was no man... He looked upon a woman.) <o:p> 
</o:p> Nazgul Ristais dúath Nerchennin o chuil Coll am na waewath goeyl Tellin i Neder Gurth renia Meditha han phan Meditha ardhon (Shreds of shadow Torn from life Borne aloft By fell winds. The Nine have come Death has taken wing. He will eat it all Eat all the world.) 
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