Arise, child of Rohan.
Helm above and sword in hand.
Evil rises with the passing of night.
Under guise, you are the fey warrior.
Within your soul all hope is failing.
Through paths long forgotten, the road is broken and weary.
On proud horse you traverse the dark forests, looking for quest unknown.
Now it is upon you, the night has broken.
And sword rings with new desire kindled.
Flashing eyes, but your shield is heavy.
Faithful friends come so swiftly
A will to live drives your sword
Before it crashes, a heavy mace
All is dark before you fade.