Single
Liric
Leave the halls and caverns deep
Were the forests wide and dim
Stoops in shadow grey and grim
Float beyond the world of trees
Past the rushes, past the reeds
Past the marshes, weaving weeds
By the crowns of the seven kings
and the rods of the five wizards
South away! South away now!
Far away seek the sunlight and the day
Hail, Éomer
Hail, King of the Mark
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