Rohan Rides

- Onca Icatra

We ride to Gondor
To their aid.

We approach and see armies beyond recall.
Theoden has come.

Burning sensation in us all.
We ride to our death.

A loud cry is heard.
We ride to our death.

Metal upon metal.
We set off.

We gallop,gallop.
Piercing claws in our flesh.

We know no end.
The beasts trample us.

Blood spills.
Hearts burn.

The last stand of Rohan.