When the black breath blows
and death's shadow grows
and all lights pass,
come athelas! come athelas!
Life to the dying
In the king's hand lying!
Asëa Aranion
Lússë i Morë Hwesta súya
ar Qualmëo Huinë ëa yontalta
ar ilya calar autar,
Túla Asëa Aranion! Túla Asëa Aranion!
Cuina an i firnalë
Massë Arano Caitala!
Athelas
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