Èowyn
I´ve always been a maiden of the Mark Doomed to a destiny I didn´t want, but now that our days are turning dark, I´m even feeling stronger this my bond.
I see the riders´ armour shining bright, their banners flying and their swords are torn and in these days that dusk´s becomming night I feel that for my doom I wasn´t born.
At night, when I am lying in my dreams, I dream of honour, dream of war and fight. I´m lying here, I´m thinkung and it seems, that noone hears my silent cries at night.
Can noone tell me, why I´m doomed to stay, while all the others ride for victory? I´m standing here and I just want to say: "My Lord, Oh, this is not my destiny!"
My hand is strong enough to hold a spear Or sword and shield for that is what I want. Instead of useless ever sitting here, until high age has strengthened my bond.
I want to ride to war with you, my King! Being a woman doesn´t mean I am too weak! I want to fight against the Evil and the Ring! For it is honour, it is courage that I seek!
The only thing, I´m fearing is a cage Without the possibility to flee. Oh no! I will not wait for higher age! I´m riding with the men! It has to be!
And if I wear the armour of a man, hold low my eyes and binding back my hair and if I speak as deeply as I can noone will recognize that I am there.
So ride then, Eorlingas of the Mark! Don´t look at the young man that you don´t know! Forth Eorlingas! Ride into the Dark! My heart is strong enough for sword and bow!
I´ve always been a maiden of the Mark Doomed to a destiny I didn´t want, but now that our days are turning dark, I´m even feeling stronger this my bond.
I see the riders´ armour shining bright, their banners flying and their swords are torn and in these days that dusk´s becomming night I feel that for my doom I wasn´t born.
At night, when I am lying in my dreams, I dream of honour, dream of war and fight. I´m lying here, I´m thinkung and it seems, that noone hears my silent cries at night.
Can noone tell me, why I´m doomed to stay, while all the others ride for victory? I´m standing here and I just want to say: "My Lord, Oh, this is not my destiny!"
My hand is strong enough to hold a spear Or sword and shield for that is what I want. Instead of useless ever sitting here, until high age has strengthened my bond.
I want to ride to war with you, my King! Being a woman doesn´t mean I am too weak! I want to fight against the Evil and the Ring! For it is honour, it is courage that I seek!
The only thing, I´m fearing is a cage Without the possibility to flee. Oh no! I will not wait for higher age! I´m riding with the men! It has to be!
And if I wear the armour of a man, hold low my eyes and binding back my hair and if I speak as deeply as I can noone will recognize that I am there.
So ride then, Eorlingas of the Mark! Don´t look at the young man that you don´t know! Forth Eorlingas! Ride into the Dark! My heart is strong enough for sword and bow!