Riders of Theoden

Under dark skies,
A horn hath blown.
A glimmer of sun ,
now pierces the sky.
Gazing on ruin
Minas Tirith seen burning.
Courage is felt,
In Riders of Theoden.
With hatred they ride,
to emotion they hold.
Charge Riders!
Charge to Avenge!
Courage beheld,
courage for friends.
A fiery furry,
burns in their eyes.
Ride to the City!
Where evil resides.
Never to faulter.
Always to stand.
Salute! To King Theoden!
Salute! To his Men.
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