Lyrics: Soundtrack Artists. The Fallen (theoden Grives For His Son).

Words by Philipa Boyens,
translated into Old English (Rohirric) by David Salo,
music by Howard Shore

Old English (Rohirric)

He laered hine ridan
And wealdan mece
And standan f?st
And feond ne forhtian.
Nu he sceal leornian
??t hearde so?:
He raerede his cnapa
Of cilde to menn
??t he his dea? geseo.

Se feond w?s simble mid heom.
Se feond ne reccede ege.
'He taught him to ride,

To wield a sword.
To stand strong

And show his enemy no fear.
Now he must learn
The hard truth:
That he had brought his boy
From childhood.
So that he might face his death
Like a man.


The enemy was always with them.
The enemy did not care about fear.