[M/L:Ivan. V] Fly and take the light of the sunrise over the top of the hills. Ride till the twilight come to us Never rest, never retreat and never loose. Hard as iron ; valiant stong and noble like a horse cause on a shaddle I was born Listen to the horn calling us to war; answer the horn call. Ride across the hills, share out the wind with the Rohirrim riders. Fight all day and night This the life of the Rohirrim riders. One with my clan snd one with my horse The fury of my sword that will fall over my enemies heads. Feel the thunderstep of the defenders of The Mark, the wall of spears when we attack and the power of the braves. Listen to the horn calling us to war. Listen to the horn call Warlike is my blood, thick and heavy I can feel it flowing through my veins. In my throat a battle hymn, in my hand a sword of steel that my enemy will taste : all of them have sealed their fate On the battlefield they 'll die. Here comes the earthquake. The ground will shake with the charge of the Rohirrim riders.