King Théoden and his men
They stand by the outer wall
See fierce fire, misery
The Grim Reaper taking toll
Devastation, total war
Black smoke upon the field
But wind is changing
"Dawn will be ours, King!"
Eomer leads the first eored
And takes the central place
Elfhelm's moving on the right
And Grimbold on the left
They are approaching silently
The smell of death draws near
Minas Tirith is in agony
In this land we are strangers
Glory will be ours for ages!
It's our time, Riders of Light
We are truly Eorl's sons
Enemy forces stand before us
And our homes left far behind...
But Théoden stands on his stirrups
And splits the horn with blow
The song of Rohan spreads like a storm
"Our enemies will moan!"
The time has come to fulfill the oath
They'll fight for king and crown
Théoden smiles: "On my command...
Listen you fuckers: Lances down!!!"
Solo: Gajdek
We're attacking with wild passion
Pushing them backwards
King first in ancestor's fashion
Fury of his sword
Slaughter moves on in its glory
Harradrims are smashed
Bodies multiply, limbs falling
Song of steel, crimson clash!
"We can't fail now, my sons!
Fear not the darkness' powers!
Gather round me, boys!
We will punish this evil coward
Hold your sword and hearts up high!
Let no fright stand in your way!
Born to fight, we live to die!
Raiders of Rohan! We shall prevail!"
Black arrow reaches king's horse
He slips to the ground
No remorse
King is going down
Dark shadow is getting near
Twisted, morbid thing
Spreading fear
Black Lord of the wind
Black Lord of the wind!