Éowyn
You were always so alone,
Not aware of your beauteous gifts
Wandering in the world
Listening to the poison
as it spread from Wormtongue's filthy lips.
You wept when we were called to battle
The king ordered you to stay behind.
But you had other plans
They built up in your mind.
With the Halfling who is gone now,
Where I do not know
You left to the fields of battle
And let the thoughts of valour grow.
I was heedless to your begging,
I was too busy with my own woes
To notice yours when you hid them
Beneath a mantle of slow anger.
I will always remember my sister,
You have won honour far beyond
Any of our soldiers who have fought here today.
But who will note our passing?
All mankind will fail.
I bid our uncle farewell.
'Faithful servant yet master's bane,
'Lightfoot's foal,
Swift Snowmane'
Who will be here with you when I fall
In the battle that I march to?
"Éowyn, Éowyn, Éowyn, how came you here?
What madness or devilry is this?
DEATH, death, death!
DEATH TAKE US ALL!"
Farewell my sister Éowyn,
You did in battle fall,
As was your wish they say
And I will bring them all
And make a mighty stand again!
For I am king, my sister.
My men will follow me
To whatever end,
And I will choose such an end
That will be sung of hereafter
By the dead in their halls.
I will hurry hence to my forefathers
And I will sup with them tonight
And I will see you again, my sister.
Blow, horn!
"DEATH!
RIDE,
RIDE TO RUIN AND THE WORLD'S END!"
To the head of battle,
I will mourn you my sister
When I die.
I cannot wait for it,
To you I will not lie.
Farewell my forlorn sister
Who slew the fell beast as it came
Trying to devour
Our uncle and Snowmane.
"DEATH!"
I care no longer,
For the tears that I should cry,
My face is white and anger has taken me
Like my sister and my king,
I will fall and die.
Now wound have I yet taken
I am young!
A king of Riddermark!
The last king I will be
And to my cries now hark
My soldiers.
The orcs upon my sword fall,
My spear is no longer dry
I cannot wait to hear it
The sounds of Death's now welcome cry.
Éowyn.
How I loved you,
My sister fair and cold.
At least our uncle was ready
And he knew that he was old.
Now my little sister,
The shadows cloud your brow.
Your shield-arm has been broken
How did you come here?
How?
I bid farewell to Éowyn,
Who's grief is over now.
She lies on field of battle,
As I will when all is done.
Come riders to death we ride,
My sword still by my side,
Covered in the blood of my vanquished enemies.
On riders of the Riddermark
That in Elvish so is called.
I care no longer for this life
For death has taken all
I ever loved.
Éowyn beloved sister,
I will charge into this for you.
DEATH!
I am king.
I am king.
DEATH has taken them all!
DEATH!
Death has taken Éowyn,
My sister.
Her golden hair lies on the ground
Her helmet has been cast aside.
Her life has been robbed of her
As she slew the great enemy's nazgûl.
Oh Éowyn, if only yet you lived
Side by side we would on to battle
And side by side we'd die.
But I must go along.
On Pelennor Field, alone, I'll lie.
Farewell my sister Éowyn.
Farewell to all I love.
The battle is lost,
But we will go with a great ROAR!
TO DEATH!
You were always so alone,
Not aware of your beauteous gifts
Wandering in the world
Listening to the poison
as it spread from Wormtongue's filthy lips.
You wept when we were called to battle
The king ordered you to stay behind.
But you had other plans
They built up in your mind.
With the Halfling who is gone now,
Where I do not know
You left to the fields of battle
And let the thoughts of valour grow.
I was heedless to your begging,
I was too busy with my own woes
To notice yours when you hid them
Beneath a mantle of slow anger.
I will always remember my sister,
You have won honour far beyond
Any of our soldiers who have fought here today.
But who will note our passing?
All mankind will fail.
I bid our uncle farewell.
'Faithful servant yet master's bane,
'Lightfoot's foal,
Swift Snowmane'
Who will be here with you when I fall
In the battle that I march to?
"Éowyn, Éowyn, Éowyn, how came you here?
What madness or devilry is this?
DEATH, death, death!
DEATH TAKE US ALL!"
Farewell my sister Éowyn,
You did in battle fall,
As was your wish they say
And I will bring them all
And make a mighty stand again!
For I am king, my sister.
My men will follow me
To whatever end,
And I will choose such an end
That will be sung of hereafter
By the dead in their halls.
I will hurry hence to my forefathers
And I will sup with them tonight
And I will see you again, my sister.
Blow, horn!
"DEATH!
RIDE,
RIDE TO RUIN AND THE WORLD'S END!"
To the head of battle,
I will mourn you my sister
When I die.
I cannot wait for it,
To you I will not lie.
Farewell my forlorn sister
Who slew the fell beast as it came
Trying to devour
Our uncle and Snowmane.
"DEATH!"
I care no longer,
For the tears that I should cry,
My face is white and anger has taken me
Like my sister and my king,
I will fall and die.
Now wound have I yet taken
I am young!
A king of Riddermark!
The last king I will be
And to my cries now hark
My soldiers.
The orcs upon my sword fall,
My spear is no longer dry
I cannot wait to hear it
The sounds of Death's now welcome cry.
Éowyn.
How I loved you,
My sister fair and cold.
At least our uncle was ready
And he knew that he was old.
Now my little sister,
The shadows cloud your brow.
Your shield-arm has been broken
How did you come here?
How?
I bid farewell to Éowyn,
Who's grief is over now.
She lies on field of battle,
As I will when all is done.
Come riders to death we ride,
My sword still by my side,
Covered in the blood of my vanquished enemies.
On riders of the Riddermark
That in Elvish so is called.
I care no longer for this life
For death has taken all
I ever loved.
Éowyn beloved sister,
I will charge into this for you.
DEATH!
I am king.
I am king.
DEATH has taken them all!
DEATH!
Death has taken Éowyn,
My sister.
Her golden hair lies on the ground
Her helmet has been cast aside.
Her life has been robbed of her
As she slew the great enemy's nazgûl.
Oh Éowyn, if only yet you lived
Side by side we would on to battle
And side by side we'd die.
But I must go along.
On Pelennor Field, alone, I'll lie.
Farewell my sister Éowyn.
Farewell to all I love.
The battle is lost,
But we will go with a great ROAR!
TO DEATH!