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letra de the battle of pelennor fields - stephen oliver

we heard of the h-rns in the hills ringing
the swords shining in the south-kingdom
steeds went striding to the stoningland
as wind in the morning. war was kindled
there théoden fell, thengling mighty
to his golden halls and green pastures
into the northern fields never returning
high lord of the host. harding and guthláf
dúnhere and déorwine, doughty grimbold
herefara and herubrand, h-rn 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
nеither hirluin the fair to the hills by thе 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 then it rolled, roaring water
foam dyed with blood flamed at sunset
as beacons mountains burned at evening
red fell the dew in rammas echor

- stephen oliver

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