The fallen Lyrics

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.