[Above, Pippin looks down at the battle.]

[Denethor marches across the citadel courtyard. He is followed by guards carrying Faramir's litter.]

Denethor: "I am steward of the House of Anárion. Thus have I walked. And thus now will I sleep."

Denethor: "Gondor is lost. There is no hope for Men."

[As Denethor passes, a flower on the White Tree is shown.]

[The procession travels the Silent Street.]

Denethor: "Why do the fools fly? Better to die sooner than late. For die we must."

[Denethor throws open a door to the mausoleum.]

Denethor: "No tomb for Denethor and Faramir. No long, slow sleep of death embalmed. We shall burn like the heathen kings of old!"

[Denethor stops at a large raised platform.]

Denethor: "Bring wood and oil!"