Riders of Rohan
Riders of Rohan
Into this land we fight
Into this land we hide
Like a warg without an orc
Hobbits without a fork
Riders of Rohan

There are Uruks in the land
Uruks are bearing the white hand
But we don’t let them win
We will pay it with our skin
We chop the Uruks into dead
Their blood is never red
Uruks in the land

Eowyn, don’t love that man
Eowyn, don’t love that man
His hart is not for you
He does not love you
Aragorn will be the king
Arwen will be the queen
Faramir is loving you

Riders of Rohan
Riders of Rohan
Into this land we fight
Into this world we hide
Like a warg without an orc
Hobbits without a fork
Riders of Rohan

Riders of Rohan
Riders of Rohan
Riders of Rohan
Riders of Rohan
Riders of Rohan