Burial Song Of Théoden

Out of doubt,
out of dark,
to the day's rising
he rode singing in the sun,
sword unsheathing.
Hope he rekindled,
and in hope ended;
over death,
over dread,
over doom lifted.
Out of doubt,
out of dark,
to the day's rising
he rode singing in the sun,
sword unsheathing.
Hope he rekindled,
and in hope ended;
over death,
over dread,
over doom lifted
out of loss,
out of life,
unto long glory.



Credits
Writer(s): Caspar Reiff
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