The Fallen Songtext

The Fallen (Theoden grieves for his son) Old English Hé laered hine ridan And wealdan méce And standan fæst And féond ne forhtian. Nú hé sceal leornian Thæt hearde sóth: Hé raerede his cnapa Of cilde tó menn Thæt hé his déath geséo. Sé féond wæs símble mid heom. Sé féond 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 bought 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.