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A sword day, a red day,

Ere the sun arises!

Spears shall be shaken,

Shields shall be splintered

Ere the sun arises!

Death! Death! Death!

Fell deeds awake,

Fire and slaughter,

Ere the sun arises!

“Then the king raised his hand, and with a rush like the sudden onset of a great wind the last host of Rohan rode thundering into the West”.