From the land of Horse lords
The white lady came a riding
Dressed now as a bold young knight
Instead of a maiden biding

She longed for freedom, for honor good
To save her fading land
And so she felled the witch king
With one strike of her unyielding hand

He came from the City of Kings
The mighty steward’s son
A gallant leader in war and peace
And eager his father’s wish be done

He held the defenses as long as he could
Though Mordor spear and Dundling knife
But evil seldom keeps at bay
And it nearly took his valued life

In the house of healing they did wake
One beside the other
And gentle maid and peaceful knight
Soon came to love each other

The Lady of Rohan, the Son of Gondor
Together for ever more