I ride.
I ride to Gondor
To answer the beacons.
I ride to fight,
For lord and land.
I ride to my fate.
I fight.
I fight fearlessly.
I slay many foul orcs.
I fight,
There is hope for victory.
I hear.
I hear in the air the cry of the Nazgul.
The foul Black Riders of the sky have come.
My steed rears and throws me in terror.
I fall to the ground.
I crawl.
I crawl dazed on the ground.
The Nazgul's cries fill the air.
I crawl.
An orc's silhouette is before me.
Its sword is raised,
Raised to kill.
It is my end.
The blade falls,
Death is coming.
I hope it will be swift.
I languish here on the ground in pain.
I shall never rise again.
At least, I won my honor.
I die for lord and land.
But I die far from home.
Farewell forever I bid my beloved Rohan.
And I close my eyes forever.
Hoping, knowing,
One day victory will be won.