King Théoden , musters the fighting men!
Saruman's poison, from his soul has shed!
War is upon us short is our time!
The Horselords march, in endless lines!
North of White Mountains at pace,
Vengeance a-coming for Elendil's race!
With furious hearts the Horselords ride!
On the land of Kings, the Eorlingas fights!
Three nights galloping with speed,
To save their grey-eyed brothers in need!
Théoden's army races through the night,
To charge into the long awaited fight!
With fury at heart and his loyal steed!
Every rider from shame is freed!
With us comes the Sun and Darkness shall fall,
as fey-lords of yore the Eorlings shall charge one and all!
With a wild cry from our throats, we'll retake the battlefield!
Till the foe is driven off, till the dead wake from sleep!
Rejoiced with strength Théoden-king with bellowed breath!
Chants with his warriors for death, death, death!
Oh! Hear the horns, with all, their power blow!
Numenor's, heirs rejoice, the Horselords honour their oaths!
At the fourth day we arrive , bringing with us a hope for life!
As Darkness looms and our trumpets boom!
Deciding strike! By spear and hoove! We charge forth!
A tide of green clad warriors sends its message from the North!
Three nights galloping with speed,
To save their grey-eyed brothers in need!
Théodens army races through the night,
To charge into the long awaited fight!
Théodens army rode through the night,
Where as a true hero he fell in the fight!
Together with Snowmane his steed!
Among their fathers, from shame freed!
Vengeance a-coming for Elendil's race!
With furious hearts the Horselords ride!
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As moon ventures from the sky,
Sun sets with it's golden light,
The horns then crack the ears,
The horseman's rescue's near,
Songs and cries erupt from throats,
Oaths and curses new and old,
Neighing steeds flick their manes,
Men stand behind banners and thanes,
O, then signal is called with a cheer,
There's no time for worry and fear,
As mighty hooves trample the earth,
There steel is drawn with vengeance and mirth,
Time has come to honor the vow,
So brace yourself, shield yourself,
Mundburg needs us now!
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Oh rider, oh rider, oh rider, he rode!
Through marsh and through field he stumbled and strode!
He sangs countless songs both new and both old!
His steed his best lover, so did he boast!
Oh rider, oh rider, oh rider, he rode!
Swam through rivers, crawled on the road!
His wife was a pain, his mother a pest!
His father a menace, his brother was mean!
That's why he went on the saddle, with wild abandon!
Never again to be seen!
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Come Rohir-brothers, draw your swords to the heavens,
Fight for freedom , kin and our land,
Death to the orcs and Dunlendings
End their lives and burn their camps,
Rohir-brothers hold true to Eorl,
Remember tales of ancient might,
Grab for the weapons, swear oaths on the Hunter
Don't fear your death for victory awaits!
Those that dishonored our land,
will pay the price with their heads
Those that brutally murdered kin
will color the meadows with their blood a deep-red!
Rohir-brothers stay true with the Reeves,
Hear riders gallop in the night!
Grab for the weapons, swear oaths on the Hunter
Don't fear your death for victory awaits
Never foes shall Rohan win
The White Hand will never steal our hearts
They can try our riches win,
Assured one's end that faces Rohan's wrath
Rohir-brother the time for bravery has come,
Hear battle raging over all the Mark!
Grab for the weapons, swear oaths on the Hunter
Don't fear your death for victory awaits!
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I am Helm Hammerhand! And on a Mamuk I ride a-round!
I cook my food on Mount Doom!
Killing dragons easier than having my beard groomed!
Eorl and Bema are cousins of me, but in no age I have them seen!!
I am Helm, Hammerhand
And on a mamûk I ride a-round!
I am Helm Hammerhand
and at sunday on the biggest trolls!
A crazy Hillman had heard of my name,
came to Meduseld with all his haste,
with threats and lies he wanted my daughter claimed,
But I hit him in the face and the problem was as soon away!
I'm a true champion, come and blow on my horn!
I am Helm Hammerhand and on a mamuk I ride a-round!
I am Helm Hammerhand and at sunday the biggest trolls!
I sneak over the hills of the Mark!
The easterlings have come to burn my yard!
By moonless night I come from my Deep,
haunt them in their camps and their sleep!
But they'll not get me! No not get me! They'll get me never! Ever! Ever!! Because I'm Helm Hammerhand and on a mamuk I ride around!!
I'm Helm Hammerhand and at sunday the biggest trolls!
Of the first line I am last king!! Eternal fear of the Dunlending!
I'm the Hammerhand if it's true! ..And the ladies I work on with my club!
