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Riders of Theoden arise

‘Pon valleys of emerald

Stallions ivory race the wind!

Trumpets call keen and clear

The horse masters from their halls

To wrath and war anon: Red nightfall!

Gleaming as silver

Our swords in the wind;

Six thousand spears

The cataclysm of steel!

Our armies are proud

Have glory and strength

Never surrender, never retreat

Ride on forever, ride to victory!

From the grasslands they come

Ride of the warriors;

Knights of Rohan advance

They storm like wrath of Gods!

“Out of doubt, out of dark to the day’s rising

I came singing in the sun, sword unsheathing.

To hope’s end I rode and to heart’s breaking:

Now for wrath, now for ruin and a red nightfall!”

Theoden king lift thy golden shield

Calling to the brave: great battle horn

Liege of the Mark sound the attack

Vengeance is begun – start the slaughter fall!

Theoden king ride like the wind,

Snowmane your steed bears thee in speed

To the field of blood where the fighting

Rages thick amid the crash of arms!

Behold the emerald host

Masters of Mark, noble lords;

Spear in hand, sword and lance - On they advance!

Into the fire we ride

Our flag unfurled to the sky

A song of war on our lips -We fight to die!

Gleaming as silver

Our swords in the wind;

Six thousand spears

The cataclysm of steel!

Our armies are proud

Have glory and strength

Never surrender, never retreat

Ride on forever, ride to victory!

From the grasslands they come

Ride of the warriors;

Knights of Rohan advance

They storm like wrath of Gods!

Arise, arise, Riders of Theoden!

Fell deeds awake: fire and slaughter!

Spear shall be shaken, shield shall be splintered,

A sword day, a red day, ere the sun rises!

Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!