Death looms large
There is no fear
No pain

There is only
My sword
Which has faced more foes
Than I will ever see
This ancient blade
Which has served me with such honour

I hope that my fathers
Who have gone before me
Greet me with pride
I hope my son
Awaits me
His mother at his side
I hope my sister
And her valiant husband
Are pleased
With how I have raised their children

I hope those children
Do not fall
Under the Shadow
I hope the King
Will crush our foes
That Rohan
Will flourish and be
blessed