Rohirrim



[M/L:Ivan. V]



Fly and take the light of the sunrise

over the top of the hills.

Ride till the twilight come to us

Never rest, never retreat and never loose.

Hard as iron ; valiant stong and noble like a horse

cause on a shaddle I was born



Listen to the horn

calling us to war;

answer the horn call.



Ride across the hills,

share out the wind

with the Rohirrim riders.

Fight all day and night

This the life

of the Rohirrim riders.



One with my clan snd one with my horse

The fury of my sword

that will fall over my enemies heads.

Feel the thunderstep of the defenders of The Mark,

the wall of spears when we attack

and the power of the braves.



Listen to the horn

calling us to war.

Listen to the horn call

Warlike is my blood, thick and heavy

I can feel it flowing through my veins.

In my throat a battle hymn, in my hand a sword of steel

that my enemy will taste : all of them have sealed their fate

On the battlefield they 'll die.

Here comes the earthquake. The ground will shake

with the charge of the Rohirrim riders.