[00:30.000]We heard of the horns in the hills ringing,
[00:41.000]the swords shining in the South-kingdom.
[00:54.000]Steeds went striding to the Stoningland
[01:05.000]as wind in the morning. War was kindled.
[01:33.000]There Théoden fell, Thengling mighty,
[01:40.000]to his golden halls and green pastures
[01:46.000]in the Northern fields never returning,
[01:54.000]high lord of the host. Harding and Guthláf,
[02:02.000]Dúnhere and Déorwine, doughty Grimbold,
[02:09.000]Herefara and Herubrand, Horn and Fastred,
[02:16.000]fought and fell there in a far country:
[02:23.000]in the Mounds of Mundburg under mould they lie
[02:32.000]with their league-fellows, lords of Gondor.
[02:48.000]Neither Hirluin the Fair to the hills by the sea,
[02:54.000]nor Forlong the old to the flowering vales
[03:02.000]ever, to Arnach, to his own country
[03:10.000]returned in triumph; nor the tall bowmen,
[03:17.000]Derufin and Duilin, to their dark waters,
[03:27.000]meres of Morthond under mountain-shadows.
[03:37.000]Death in the morning and at day's ending
[03:48.000]lords took and lowly. Long now they sleep
[04:00.000]under grass in Gondor by the Great River.
[04:18.000]Grey now as tears, gleaming silver,
[04:30.000]red then it rolled, roaring water:
[04:43.000]foam dyed with blood flamed at sunset;
[04:54.000]as beacons mountains burned at evening;
[05:02.000]red fell the dew in Rammas Echor.