When the dark hour lieth
as it were a shadow upon me,
it is time to come back home,
to Rohan,
to the Eorlingas,
to the Rohirrim
and their dauntless horses,
where the mellow lute dwells,
and the blazing Sun rests.
Dawn
«What do you read, my lord?»
When the dark hour lieth
as it were a shadow upon me,
it is time to come back home,
to Rohan,
to the Eorlingas,
to the Rohirrim
and their dauntless horses,
where the mellow lute dwells,
and the blazing Sun rests.
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