Stormers of Rohan

- The Foe Hammer

We march all day,
we march all night,
ever onward,
to the fight.

We fear not men.
We fear not elves.
We have no fear,
within ourselves.

We'll not be stopped,
by tower or gate.
All men inside,
will feel our hate.

The wizard gave
us special tools,
to undo stone,
built by these fools.

We come with blade,
we come with shield,
A victory we soon
will yield.

And from the field,
we'll pick the spoils.
To pay us back,
for all our toils.