Lyrics

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...