Sound of Silence (Fields of Celebrant)

We were near defeated on the field.
Over run but did not yield.
We were down to our last foot hold.
Stand strong now, so we were told.
 And Lord Cirion,
Leads all of us, who remain,
Then we heard,
The mighty horns,
Of Eorl!

And the Northmen ride into the foe,
Blowing wildly as they go.
Mighty horsemen charging to their victory,
Slaying all the foes that they can see!
And the Northmen,
Came to rescue us on that day,
On Celebrants Field!
We heard the horns,
Of Eorl!

Our great banners there did stand,
On the soil of Gondor’s Land.
And Cirion made an oath that day,
Sworn by Eorl and this they say,
It was the Birth,
Of the Riddermark, fair and green,
And Meduseld’s hall!
We heard the horns,
Of Eorl!

Harken all folk far and wide,
To Rohan’s horses as they stride.
Swift and strong upon the wide green plain,
Never tiring through the sun and rain.
And those horses,
Carry gallant Warriors of the North,

We listen
for the horns,
Of Eorl

And the day once more shall be,
When Rohan steeds we shall see,
Charging brave upon the battles field,
Causing foes to flee or to yield.
And Gondor shall have a faithful friend, that will last for ever more.
And we will listen for,
And then we hear,
the horns,
Of Eorl!
