Indeed, to die is such a little thing,
Our doom advances and we heed its call
For who knows what it is that death shall bring.
The end is nigh and I am the last king.
It is with me that Rohan's line shall fall
Indeed, to die is such a little thing.
Laughing I ride, no more to life I cling
War calls us, and in darkness we stand tall
For who knows what it is that death shall bring.
Charging into the face of death we sing
As it swiftly comes, an advancing wall
Indeed, to die is such a little thing.
Loudly across the plain our voices ring
The red arrow came, we gave Gondor all
For who knows what it is that death shall bring.
The end is nigh and I am the last king
The clash of steel is music in my hall.
Indeed, to die is such a little thing,
For who knows what it is that death shall bring.
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