The fires were buring in the city.
Lighting up the night.
Surrounded by thousands foemen!
Trolls and Orcs of every type.
Men of Harad and Easterlings
Gathered for Gondor's doom.
But we came on horses strong!
In the smoke of Mordor's wrath.

Six thousand spears of Edoras.
Riding on the wind.
The Rohirrim banners flying,
Our horses like thunder storm.
We rode for oath and friendship!
Revenge was our best friend!
And we raised our battle cry!
Ride forth to a red sunrise!

Let our Rohirrim banners fly!
Sound the war horns all as one

Horns of Rohan,
Horns of Rohan
Raise your battle cry,
Your battle Cries!
Horns of Rohan,
Horns of Rohan
Raise your battle cry,
Your battle Cries!

Slay the foemen,
Slay the foemen
We shall win today,
Win today!

We charged into the Morgul horsemen,
Scattered them to the wind.
We brought with us destruction,
To the orcs engines of war.
Theoden king threw down the Harad Lord!
Splitting him through his shield.
We scattered all our foe!
Victory was almost ours

The battle raged all day
Encompassed all  Pelennor field.
The slain piled high both man and orc!
And the massive mumakil!
Our king was falled by the Nazgul Lord!
Who was slain in his turn!
By Eowyn and Merry!
They broke his masters spell!

When darkness came the battle done!
For Minas Tirith the day was won!

Horns of Rohan,
Horns of Rohan,
Raise your battle cry,
Your battle Cries!
Horns of Rohan,
Horns of Rohan,
Raise your battle cry,
Your battle Cries!

Let fly our banners,
Fly our banners!
We have won the day,
Won the day!
Let fly our banners,
Fly our banners!
We have won the day,
Won the day!