Who here among us has got my back?
You have his sword and my axe!
We'll take the battle to mordor.
I'll cut the flesh with my axe,
You slash with your sword.

Let's ascend into the hills, fight the freezing winds.
Combat goblins to shake the chills, march into the wilderness.
Defeating every minion, and corruption in men.
The fellowship will never yield.
"You have my sword."
"And my bow."
"And my axe!"

As the fell beasts rain out from pores in the sky,
Hear the shadows shriek.
Feel the echoes reverberate through your spine.
Feel disgust burn a hole in your chest.
On the back of his steed, the nazgûl flies.
On the wings that corrupt he shall ride.
We will slay him though many will die.

You shall not pass
Though the call of the ring tests us all,
Like the balrog's descent you shall fall.
We will overcome you.
Overwhelmed by uruk-hai
Hear the horn of gondor sound.
The final call of boromir
Hear the horn of gondor sound

Fighting off his enemies, 3 arrows would meet their mark.
Fallen, dying by a tree, "I would have followed you my brother."
"Through rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows.
The west winds come walking and about the walls it goes.
O, boromir (boromir)! The tower of guard shall ever northward gaze.
To rauros, golden rauros-falls, until the end of days."