The Eye Upon the World
Up there, on Amon Hen, the Hill of the Eye, the seat of Seeing, is
Standing
The world seems to be a map : Eastward there are wide uncharted lands
Northward the Great River, Westward, Rohan and Isengard
Southward, the falls of Rauros near the eternal sea

The world peace is disturbed by some signs:
Orcs become excited in the Misty Mountains
Smoke’s rising on the border of Lorien, a cloud is over Moria
Warships are invading thе seas armies are coming from thе east

Since you went up on Amon Hen
Climbing hundred steps to the seat of Seeing
Since the World is offered to your eyes
Face the vision of the rising war…

While Minas Tirith, powerful and proud, defends men in its white towers
Spitefulness is growing closer
Osgiliath, Minas Morgul, the valley of Gorgoroth
Are grinning with hate and preparing their troops
But how little are they compared to Barâd Dur, the Fortress of Sauron
Behind the iron walls and the steel gates
His heart consumed by a boiling hate and his thirst for Power
He, the Lord, is leading his countless armies to the war

Since you went up on Amon Hen
Climbing hundred steps to the seat of Seeing
Since the World is offered to your eyes
Face the vision of the rising war…