Battle drums are raging loud,
The ground quakes under stomping feet
There’s death and blood and stolen lives
Upon the ground where we shall meet
I hear the voices cursing, screeching
So my doom is near at hand
I tremble even as I pray
for strength
To fight for lives of man
This is the end of everything
All I’ve done is in the past
I want to run, I want to run
I want to make my last day last
So many massed just down the hill
Weapons wicked, grins are worse
Despair- I’ll see my home no more
I’ll never see my daughter’s birth

“Death!”
I shout, but hallow words
are passing my lips, cracked and dry
“Death!”
I shout, and deep inside
a fire is sparked, a battle cry
“Death!”
I shout and suddenly
the fire is burning all my heart
If I’m to die, then I will die
and fighting will my life depart!

The horns sing, loud and sweet they sound
the horses run, flying o’er the ground
No fear is left within this soul
The lust for blood is all I know
If doom is to be met this day
If death is to be sent my way
So be it- I shall stand and fight
For in my blood is Rohan’s might
And in the end if I do fall
Not all is lost then- no not all!
If on the sword my life departs
I’ve won the battle in my heart!