Lament For Theoden

To the Pelennor Fields Theoden rode,

A thousand Rohirrim did he lead,

To face the armies of Isengard,

To fulfil their oaths for lord and land.

Into the raging battle they burst,

Singing as they slew the orcs,

Great Theoden's voice above the rest,

Driving them on to victory.

Yet our noble King was lost,

Crushed beneath his very own steed,

Now we stand and pray for him,

The King whom of I grew so fond.

Think of him we always will,

When we light our favourite pipes,

His dying words of sweet farewell,

Swirling like the smoke around us.

Let us rejoice in his memory,

A majestic feast in his honour,

Let us never forget that day,

When he lead us to glory.

And now the banner is passed on,

All hail Eomer, Rohan's King,

May his days be blessed with victory,

Hail! Hail, Eomer the King.