The Rotting Horse On The Deadly Ground

Wars of great kings and clash of armouries
Whose swords no man could tell
Whose spears were numerous as wheat fields ears
Rolled over all the great lands and seas

Were loud with navies, devouring fires
Behind the armies burned both fields and towns
And sacked and crumbled to flaming pyres
Were cities made, where treasuries and crowns

Kings and their folk, their wives and tender maids
Were all consumed, now silent are those courts
Ruined the towers, whose old shape slowly fades
And no feet pass beneath their broken ports

I need no call of clamant bell that rings
Iron tongued in the towers
In the towers of earthly kings

Take a ride on, ride on
On your rotting horse
On that deadly ground
Take a ride on, ride on
On your rotting horse
With a pounding sound

Take a ride on, ride on
On your rotting horse
On that deadly ground
Take a ride on, ride on
On your rotting horse

Take a ride on, ride on
On your rotting horse
On that deadly ground
Take a ride on, ride on
On your rotting horse
With a pounding sound

Take a ride on, ride on
On your rotting horse
On that deadly ground
Take a ride on, ride on
On your rotting horse

Wars of great kings and clash of armouries
Whose swords no man could tell
Whose spears were numerous as wheat fields ears
Rolled over all the great lands and seas

Were loud with navies, devouring fires
Behind the armies burned both fields and towns
And sacked and crumbled to flaming pyres
Were cities made, where treasuries and crowns

Kings and their folk, their wives and tender maids
Were all consumed, now silent are those courts
Ruined the towers, whose old shape slowly fades
And no feet pass beneath their broken ports

I need no call of clamant bell that rings
Iron tongued in the towers
In the towers of earthly kings

Take a ride on, ride on
On your rotting horse
On that deadly ground
Take a ride on, ride on
On your rotting horse
With a pounding sound

Take a ride on, ride on
On your rotting horse
On that deadly ground
Take a ride on, ride on
On your rotting horse

Here on stones and trees, here there lies a spell
Of an unforgotten loss, of memories more blest
Than mortal wealth
Here dwells, here undefeated dwells
The fog immortal under withered elmes
Alalminórë once in the realms