To death and glory they rode

The Riders so brave and bold.

To the White City that was in need

To aid Gondor and do many a deed.

Behind them was their home, before them their fate

Boldly riding on to defeat malice and hate.

At Minas Tirith they did arrive

Finding it fighting to stay alive.

The horns were sounded.

Horses' hooves pounded.

Many an enemy they did slay

So boldly on that day.

The Witch-king came, black as night

Bringing ruin, bringing fright.

Theoden King fell from his steed

Yet most of his Riders took no heed.

But there was Eowyn the fair

Doing boldly what no other would dare.

She stood before the Black Captain, Lady of Rohan

Revealing to him, that she was no man.

Her shield-arm was broken, yet still brave was she

Merry then stabbed the Fell Thing behind the knee.

Then Eowyn brought down the Black Foe

Bringing Sauron's army great woe.

Behold! It was fulfilled, the prophesy of olden tale.

The Enemy's Captain left the world, no longer there to dwell.