Swift Sons Of Eorl


In the wind of the North see their banners unfurl,
As they gallop in splendour, swift sons of Eorl!
The tamers of horses, children of old,
Tall men and fair women, courageous and bold!
Beautiful, warworthy, wild and keen,
Their standard floats proudly, white horse upon green,
Silver tipped spears catch the sun's early light,
Swords glitter deadly, their mail shines bright,
Terrible in anger, fearing no pain,
The riders come galloping over the plain!
Golden hair ripples in the wind of their speed,
Their captain rides noble and strong in the lead,
From his helm a white horsetail floats as a crest,
A white horse is blazoned across his breast,
His face is stern, and his blue eyes bright,
As he sweeps the grasslands with his long sight.
The horses run swiftly, clean limbed and brave,
The noblest of servants, friends to the grave,
The swift colts of Felarof, greatest of sires,
Grey coats dark with sweat, although none ever tires.
Manes tossed by the wind, eyes wild and proud,
Over the plains their hooves thunder loud!
In the wind of the North see their banners unfurl,
As they gallop in splendour, swift sons of Eorl!


- Evermind