The watchers wait upon the wall
Deep the drumming. They are coming.
They know not which of them shall fall
They are coming closer.

The Horn is winded in the Deep
Armour clashing. Thunder crashing.
The greybeards arm, the women weep.
Thunder crashing louder.

Men and Elven-folk string bows
Faith is fleeting. Hearts are beating.
The battle hopeless, each one knows
Hearts are beating harder.

Retreat is sounded to the Hold
Horses screaming. Tall swords gleaming.
A final charge, as courage bold
As tall swords gleaming brighter.

With new strength at the rising dawn
Through darkness pass. Forth Eorlingas!
Though from their eyes fierce light is gone
Forth Eorlingas the fallen.

Across the distant ridge it breaks
As shining bright. The hope of light.
And horses thunder in the wake
Of hope of light rekindled.

The warriors sleep beneath the wall
In the Deeping. Great the weeping.
And thousands more in war shall fall
Great the weeping yet to be.