The Charge of the Rohirrim

- MithrandirCQ

Leagues upon leagues on the came
Valiant and stalwart Eorlingas
Into the Valley of Death they rode
The Horseriders six-thousand

No one here was dismayed
All took heart and bestrode the plain
Here they made a great reply
Here they yelled with warriors’ pride
Death! Death ! Death!

Thus it came to Theoden King
Thengel’s son, Snowmane did bring
Cry now! Cry Now! To the World’s ending!
Into the valley of Death they rode
The Horseriders six-thousand

Spears were raised, swords were drawn
Here at Pelennor the Enemy was shorn
Orcs before them, Uruks beside them
Trolls stood there to defy them

Horns were blown, on they came
Thousands strong volleyed and thundered
Boldly they rode, all could tell
The jaws of death, the mouth of hell
Into the valley of Death they rode
The Horseriders six-thousand


Eorlingas break the Enemy’s line
Orcs do flee, like cowardly swine
Yet a second line forms and stands
Mumakil and Haradrim striding the land

Horses are crushed, Eorlingas perish
Darkness ensues, Evil is cherished
The Nazgul Lord sees his prey
The Fell beast dives into the fray
Into the valley of Death they rode
The Horseriders six-thousand

Theoden’s horse is undone
His body broken under the Sun
The Witch King comes to claim his own
Yet a Horse rider here stands alone

The Fell Beast tries to feast on its prey
Yet the Rider twice cleaves the Beast away
The Nazgul Lord strides forth alone
Breaking the shield arm of his foe
Into the valley of Death they rode
The Horseriders six-thousand

The Witch King comes and grabs his foe
No man can kill me! He prepares a deathblow
From behind the Halfling came
Merry the valiant stabbing with pain
The Witch King screams and drops his prey
He falls on his knees on Pelennor’s plains

His Foe unfurls her helmet and lo
I am no man! She stabs her deadly foe
The Witch King shrivels and is shorn away
The Enemy lessened on this hellish day

So passes Theoden, Thengel’s son
Many a Horseriders’ life is done
Here their glory can never fade
O that wild charge greatly made
All of Middle-earth will come and wondered
Honor this charge that thousands thundered
Those who fought as stalwart shields
The Noble Eorlingas on Pelennor’s fields.