The Ride of the Rohirrim Arise, arise, Riders of Théoden! Fell deeds awake: fire and slaughter! spear shall be shaked, shield be splintered, a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises! Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor! Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!   < <Back to book five index < <Back to poems & songs index