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