Do you recall your ships, like great birds in flight?
Sailing from the West, now a fading light
Look from our shores, and search from afar
The dying light and sunken peaks of the Western Star
Where now can we find them?
Tall men we called our kin?
Have they all been lost in the sundering,
Lost in the faults of their fallen King?
Look to the West, o Dunedain!
The faithful who have suffered life with endless pain
And perhaps you will see before the splendor of Aman
The greatest gift the Lords of the West ever gave to Man
Look ever Westward, Elendili of the Sea
And for ever keep in your hearts Númenórë's memory.