I am a Son of Stewards
Lord of a Dying Land
I rule from the White City
Looking out from my Tower
I see my people falling
Yet Boromir raises them again.

Boromir re-captures Osgiliath
Yet I must send him into peril
For the One has been found
Faramir would go, only to claim glory for himself
But only Boromir is worthy of this task
He will not fail me.

My son is slain
I wish now their places had been exchanged
That Faramir had gone in Boromir’s steps
Mithrandir appears at my door
Telling me that War is coming
But I have seen more than he knows.

Faramir is slain!
Our line has ended! The Stewards have failed!
I see now his valour, his loyalty
But too late!
We shall burn like the heathen kings of old
And you shall not take my son from me!