A-a-ah! Ah!
We come from the land of the rock and stone
With the turning wheels and the hot iron flows

The voice of Saruman
Will drive us off to new lands
A fighting horde, singing and crying:
Rohan, we are coming!

On we sweep
With deafening roar
Our only goal will be the Western shore

A-a-ah! Ah!
We come from the land of the rock and stone
With the turning wheels and the hot iron flows

We’ll make your fields of green
To whisper scenes of gore
We usher forth the tides of war
We are your overlords

On we sweep
With deafening roar
Our only goal will be the Western shore

We all once were Elves
Tortured and ruined
Perfected now, so at Helm’s Deep
Why are we losing?