No more does the horn ring over hills or Rohan All is grey, fell ravens watch over the land Worm tongued weakling, poison to the throne CAST HIM DOWN Ancestor's halls, once the bastion of all might Deeds of valour retold in glowing torchlight Now half forgotten, but still the tales told OF A RETURN Where are the riders of old Innumerable warriors of Westfold The spear is broken, the shield is cracked But the days of Rohan have not pa**ed All are lamenting as one Why sits the king on his throne The time for waiting has come and gone Men of Rohan, hold strong See, O king / Your sword See, O king / Your steed Rise up, cast down the parasite Know the true strength of thy hand, and sweep these dogs from thy lands
An army, of stalwarts / Awaits thy command To follow their liege / into d**hs hands A host without number / defiles thy realm Defeat them, O king / At the fortress of helm No more does the horn ring over hills or Rohan All is grey, fell ravens watch over the land Worm tongued weakling, poison to the throne CAST HIM DOWN Ancestor's halls, once the bastion of all might Deeds of valour retold in glowing torchlight Now half forgotten, but still the tales told OF A RETURN Where are the riders of old Innumerable warriors of Westfold The spear is broken, the shield is cracked But the days of Rohan have not pa**ed