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(Words and Music : Alf Davies)
| Gondor calls, it must not fall, the outer wall is vulnerable So blow the horns, our past reborn, with faces grim, we're the Rohirrim We must stay calm, Ghan Buri Ghan, the path he'll show, a forgotten road So blow the horns, there'll be no dawn, though the day is dim, we're still Rohirrim |
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| Our foes and fire before you Your homes are far behind The horns of Rohan, they call you Let's hope we're there on time |
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| The Nazgul flies toward the prize, the Gate now lies,
cut down to size So blow the horns, the Mark has sworn, though our chance is slim, we're still Rohirrim So ride let's ride, if we must die, we'll fight the fight, go down with pride So blow the horns, if our women mourn, at least they'll sing of brave Rohirrim |
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| Our foes and fire before you Your homes are far behind The horns of Rohan, they call you Let's hope we're there on time |
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| Our foes and fire before you Your homes are far behind The horns of Rohan, they call you Let's hope we're there on time |
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