Haldir, raise your brilliant sword,
And though your doom awaits,
Ride swift and hard,
Through thick and thin,
Towards the Helms Deep gates.

The horn sounds yet,
Its mournful cry,
A warning to all who hear,
That evil is coming throung the fog,
And the Doom's Day battle is near.

Alas! the fight rages on,
And yet you stand your gaurd,
To defend your friend and those who follow,
The doors must not be ajarred!

But when the pain came down on you,
The world began to spin,
You thought you failed,
But you prevailed,
You saved your friends and kin!
 
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