Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk?
And the long fair hair that was flowing?
Where are the ranks of brave riders?
Who off to war they were going?
And where are the people to cheer them?
With words of encouragement were showing.

Orcs and Uruks have raided our lands
Laid many a village to waste.
Taken wives, children, fathers and all.
Plundering our hearths with haste.

Where are our days of glory?
Oh how long ago forgotten.
The future was bright all the while that we hoped
Now hindsight has shown it all rotten.

Where is the glorious sun that was shining?
That over the Golden Hall was glowing?
Swept away by the cruel winds of fate and time
That ever do go on blowing.

Where is the old Alliance?
Of the great kingdoms of men.
Where was Gondor when they surrounded us all?
When we lost our beloved kinsmen.

They have all passed like rain on the mountain
Like wind in the meadow.
The sun has gone down in the West they say
That all has fallen to shadow.

Though one thing's time has not yet come to pass
To all danger and fate it will ever outlast
T'is the spirit of us free 'folk of the Mark'
The mighty, brave, bold. Eorlingas.