In anticipation of her arrival in Rohan, Dierra has been learning a song of the Rohirrim:
Forth Eorlingas, come heed the horn call,
Brisk may the mane flow and loud the hoof fall!
Your country has need of your bright, shining spears,
Your deeds will be sung of for ten thousand years!
Your women and children have need of your aid,
Let none of them think that they have been betrayed!
Now do not be daunted, the battle is near,
So bring forth your weapons and disregard fear!
Don now your armour, take up spear and shield,
Your horses of war keen to trample the field!
Proud are the steeds bearing riders to war,
Fight for the love of the ones you adore!
See the bright blade swing, the hot, red blood spray,
Great glory to those that fight here on this day!
The Valar will bless you for honour in deed,
Ride forth Eorlingas, for country we bleed!
Ride swift Eorlingas, we fight 'gainst the Dark,
Steadfast and true are the men of the Mark!
May peace be our prize at the end of the day,
Forth Eorlingas, heed horn and away!
