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Take up arms, and fly through the realm;

To war and death we will ride.

For our friends, seized by our foes,

Lost to the dark of the night.

At Amon Hen, a hero was slain,

“My brother, my captain, my king”

He believed in a land of the free,

A dream I must have faith in!

By night, we march to the Deep,

To face our first mighty foe.

At dawn look to the east,

Bring an end to Théoden’s woes

Near is the hour, where the lost should come forth

And the Grey ones ride from the north.

But dark is the path appointed to thee,

The Dead watch the road to the Sea.