Rohirrim
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[M/L:Ivan. V]
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Fly and take the light of the sunrise
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over the top of the hills.
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Ride till the twilight come to us
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Never rest, never retreat and never loose.
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Hard as iron ; valiant stong and noble like a horse
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cause on a shaddle I was born
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Listen to the horn
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calling us to war;
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answer the horn call.
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Ride across the hills,
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share out the wind
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with the Rohirrim riders.
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Fight all day and night
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This the life
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of the Rohirrim riders.
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One with my clan snd one with my horse
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The fury of my sword
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that will fall over my enemies heads.
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Feel the thunderstep of the defenders of The Mark,
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the wall of spears when we attack
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and the power of the braves.
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Listen to the horn
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calling us to war.
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Listen to the horn call
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Warlike is my blood, thick and heavy
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I can feel it flowing through my veins.
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In my throat a battle hymn, in my hand a sword of steel
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that my enemy will taste : all of them have sealed their fate
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On the battlefield they 'll die.
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Here comes the earthquake. The ground will shake
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with the charge of the Rohirrim riders.
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Rohirrim
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| Valhalla |
