Verse One
Emerging from the depths of despair,
Out of the thick, swirling shadows,
Toward the dawn of a new day,
I stepped forth, my spirit soaring beneath the golden sun,
Sword gleaming, unsheathed, ready for battle.
With a heart-heavy yet determined,
I galloped toward the edge of hope.
Now comes the storm,
Now arrives the destruction,
And a crimson dusk descends upon us.

**Chorus**
Galloping on steeds through the misty fen and sprawling fields,
Where the wild grass sways like a sea,
This is the Mark,
We stand as the Rhorrium,
We are the brave Eorlingas.
This is Rohan!
Advance, O noble Eorlingas!

Verse Two
Rise, gallant riders of Théoden!
Dark deeds have stirred from their slumber.
Fire and slaughter await us on the horizon.
Our spears will rattle with resolve,
Our shields will be shattered in defiance.
It’s a day to unsheathe our swords and confront death;
The sun rises, heralding a day stained red.

Chorus
Galloping on...