Olórin, who once was... 
Sent by the Lords of the West 
To guard the lands of the East 
Wisest of all Maiar 
What drove you to leave 
That which you loved? 

Mithrandir, Mithrandir, O Pilgrim Grey 
No more will you wander the green fields of this earth 
Your journey has ended in darkness. 
The bonds but, the spirit broken 
The Flame of Anor has left this World 
A great light, has gone out.