by Elemmíre
A song dating from the wars with Angmar (1409 Ð1974)
Men of Arnor! In the hollow,
Do ye hear like rushing billow
Wave on wave that surging follow
Battle's distant sound?
Tis the tramp of Angmar foemen,
Angmar spearmen, Angmar bowmen,
Be they wights or orcs or yeomen,
They shall bite the ground!
Loose the folds asunder,
Flag we conquer under!
The placid sky now bright on high,
Shall launch its bolts in thunder!
Onward! 'tis the country needs us,
He is bravest, he who leads us
Honor's self now proudly heads us,
Arnor scorns to yield!
Rocky steeps and passes narrow,
Flash with spear and flight of arrow
Who would think of death or sorrow?
Death is glory now!
Hurl the reeling horsemen over,
Let the earth dead foemen cover
Fate of friend, of wife, of lover,
Trembles on a blow!
Strands of life are riven!
Blow for blow is given
In deadly lock, or battle shock,
Backwards our foes are driven!
Men of Arnor! young or hoary,
Would you win a name in story?
Stike for home, for life, for glory,
Arnor scorns to yield!
For music and original lyrics, please see 'Men of Harlech': contemplator(dot)com walesharlech2html
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