"O' Grim-handed Man, from West doest come,

vigil he stands till day is done.

Through twilit hour doest he ward,

'gainst pack of warg and Orc’n horde.

O' Grim-handed Man with silvered star,

pinned to his cloak from West afar.

Garbed in browns and hues of green,

'neath canopy he roams unseen.

O' Grim-handed Man, to stars doest look,

the Shadow's cast he will not brook.

Greater than a lesser Man,

in sheathe his blade from Cardolan.

O' Grim-handed Man thine hour doest come,

'neath Moon and stars or 'neath the Sun?

When doom doest toll thou willst stand tall,

for when thine kinsmen Elessar doest call!’