Ride now! - EpicFantasySongs

LYRICS: ------------- The horns awoke on the mountain side, Where shadows could no longer hide, King Théoden rose in dawning flame, And called his riders by honor and name. From Aldburg’s halls to Snowbourn’s shore, The banners rose as in days of yore, The king stood tall with his sword held high: “For Gondor and the Mark we ride.” Ride now, ride now, beneath the sky of dawn! Six thousand spears of Rohan thunder on! Hear the great horns of war tear the sky, To Pelennor fields we ride, we ride! Ride now, ride now, let Sauron’s armies reel! Six thousand break ranks of orc and steel! For Gondor and the Mark, we ride, we ride! “Forth Eorlingas!” Let our banners fly! Through Anórien’s woods they swept like rain, Hooves like thunder upon the plains, The White City waited behind her walls, While darkness gathered at Mòrdòrs call. The beacons burned from height to height, Their fiery tongues pierced through the night, Eastward rode the might of the Golden Hall, For the worlds ending we must stand tall. Ride now, ride now, beneath the sky of dawn! Six thousand spears of Rohan thunder on! Hear the great horns of war tear the sky, To Pelennor fields we ride, we ride! Ride now, ride now, let Sauron’s armies reel! Six thousand break ranks of orc and steel! For Gondor and the Mark, we ride, we ride! “Forth Eorlingas!” Let our banners fly! Then morning came with winds from the sea, And the king cried out for all to see: “Arise, arise, Riders of the Mark! Let your fury be a light in the dark!” The horns were blown, their voices wild, The hearts of warriors were fierce and riled, And down they charged beneath the sun, Toward the hordes where world’s end hung! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! Ride now, ride now, beneath the sky of dawn! Six thousand spears of Rohan thunder on! Hear the great horns of war tear the sky, To Pelennor fields we ride, we ride! Ride now, ride now, let Sauron’s armies reel! Six thousand break ranks of orc and steel! For Gondor and the Mark, we ride, we ride! “Forth Eorlingas!” Let our banners fly! And though the king upon the field fell, His name in songs shall forever dwell. But the Mark rode true when hope seemed gone, For the White Horse banner still carried on. So sing, O halls of Meduseld bright, Of Théoden King and his final ride, How Rohan answered to Gondor’s need, Six thousand spears unmatched in speed. Ride now, ride now, beneath the sky of dawn! Six thousand spears of Rohan thunder on! Hear the great horns of war tear the sky, To Pelennor fields we ride, we ride! Ride now, ride now, let Sauron’s armies reel! Six thousand break ranks of orc and steel! For Gondor and the Mark, we ride, we ride! “Forth Eorlingas!” Let our banners fly!