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Théodens Death Song
We heard of the horns in the hills singing
The swords shinning in the South-kingdom
Steeds went striding to the Stoningland
as wind in the morning.
War was kindled.
There Theoden fell, Thengling mighty to his
golden halls and green pastures
in the Northern fields never
returning high lord of the host
Harding and Guthláf, Dúhere and Déarwine
doughty Grimbold, Herefara and Herubrand
Horn and Fastred, fought and fell
there in a far country
In the mounds of Mundburg they lie
with their league-fellows, lords of Gondor
Niether Hirluin the fair
to the hills by the sea
Nor Forlong the old to the
flowing valesever,
To Arnach, to his own country
returned in triumph
Nor the tall bowmen,
Derufin and Duilin To thier
dark waters, meres of Morland
under mountain shadows
Death in the morning and
at days ending lords took and lowly.
Long now they sleep under grass in Gondor
by the Great River
Grey now as tears, gleaming silver,
red then it rolled, roaring water
foam dyed with blood flamed at sunset
As beacons mountains burned at evening
Red fell the dew in Rammas Echor
Lament For Théoden
From dark Dunharrow in the dim morning
with thane and captain rode Thengel's son
To Edoras he came the ancient halls
of the Mark Wardensmist-enshrouded
golden timbers were in gloom mantled
Farwell he bade to his free people hearthand
high seat and the hallowed places where
long he had feasted ere the light faded
Forth rode the King, fear behind him
fate before him, fealty kept the oaths
he had taken all fulfilled them
Forth rode Theoden, five nights and days
and onward rode the Eorlingas through
folde and fenmarch and firienwood
Sixthousand spears to Sunlending Mundburg
the mighty city under Mindolluin
Sea-Kings city in the South-kingdom
Doom drove them on,Darkness took them
horse and horseman, hoofbeats afar into silence,
So the songs tell us