Song of the Mounds of Mundborg

Red fell the dew in Rammas Echor
We heard of the horns in the hills ringing
(Red fell the dew in Rammas Echor)
The swords shining in the South-kingdom
(Red fell the dew in Rammas Echor)
Steeds went striding to the Stoningland
(Red fell the dew in Rammas Echor)
As wind in the morning; war was kindled
Red fell the dew in Rammas Echor
Red fell the dew in Rammas Echor
Red fell the dew in Rammas Echor
Red

There Théoden fеll, Thengling mighty
To his golden halls and green pastures
In thе Northern fields never returning
High lord of the host. Harding and Guthláf
Dúnhere and Déorwine, doughty Grimbold
Herefara and Herubrand, Horn and Fastred
Fought and fell there in a far country
In the Mounds of Mundburg under mould they lie
With their league-fellows, lords of Gondor
(Lords of Gondor)
Neither Hirluin the Fair to the hills by the sea
Nor Forlong the old to the flowering vales
Ever, to Arnach, to his own country
Returned in triumph; nor the tall bowmen
Derufin and Duilin, to their dark waters
Meres of Morthond under mountain-shadows
Death in the morning and at day's ending
(Lords took and lowly)
Long now they sleep
Under grass in Gondor
(by the Great River)
Grey now as tears, gleaming silver
(Red fell the dew in Rammas Echor)
Red then it rolled, roaring water
(Red fell the dew in Rammas Echor)
Foam dyed with blood flamed at sunset
(Red fell the dew in Rammas Echor)
As beacons mountains burned at evening
Red fell the dew in Rammas Echor
Red fell the dew in Rammas Echor
Red fell the dew in Rammas Echor
Red...