Shadow of War: How to open all Ithildin doors (poems)? Middle-earth: Shadow of War Guide
Last update: 20 December 2022
Each location in Middle-earth: Shadow of War contains a few Ithildin ruins that you must complete. When you get them all, you can go to burial mounds, activate the Wraith World and approach the door. In order to open them you need to place words in the right places in a such way that they would create a poem. On this page of our guide, you can find solutions for all Ithildin doors that are in the game.
Minas Ithil
Available words: Doom, Land, Drums, Wrath, Shadows, Cadence
Solution:
In the land of Mordor where the Shadows lie
We bear our banners aloft, boots like Drums
Our Cadence quick, our countenance dire.
For who in this dark, dream-haunted Land dares
Resist the righteous flame of Wrath
and Doom themselves to despair and death?
Gorgoroth
Available words: Fail, Bulwark, Powers, Vicious, Impervious, Lurk
Solution:
They stalk and Lurk, then lash out so furious
Yet our Bulwark is proof against their rage.
Our hard-ringed, hand-forged armor Impervious
To predations from the Powers of darkness
No matter how Vicious or how vile.
To assail the Bright Lord is to falter and Fail.
Nurnen
Available words: Hordes, Serpents, Claim, Woe, Avail, Iron
Solution:
Let our foes fortify with Iron and stone
Let them summon scabrous Serpents, feral beasts
It will Avail them nought. Across the Ages none
Have an army that wield such weapons, such Woe
Such doom against the dark-benighted Hordes who dare
Claim dominion over a Mordor soon bright.
Seregost
Available words: Poisoned, Comes, Slumbers, Trapped, Base, Nest
Solution:
Fair Mordor Slumbers, entangled in night
A viper's Nest of sorrow and strife
Poisoned by pernicious betrayal and blight
Trapped in the grasp of gelid corpse - hands.
Yet behold! The Bright Lord Comes as a wildfire
Burning only what is Base, that all else may thrive.
Cirith Ungol
Available words: Beacons, Shines, Marching, Rises, Fires, Night
Solution:
When the sun Rises, the shadows must retreat
Fleeing in fear from the Fires of dawn.
The Night never knew that its end was fleet
As a Bright Lord bears Beacons of flame.
The sun rises, yes - but from West it Shines
Marching e'er Eastward, e'er eternal, e'er bright.