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.