Crawl forward from dark to greater dark
Don't look! Don't Look! the small crawls
Towards the unseeing Great
Runesword in shaking hand
Emblazoned in the dark
Golden locks shivering the Nazgul's spite
Defiant despair awaits the final stroke
Standing golden grim before the mace
O'er Theoden King's resting place
Crawl forward from dark to greater dark
Don't look! Don't Look! the small crawls
Towards the unseeing Great
Runesword in shaking hand
Emblazoned Despair in Gold
Rise, sad shattered golden lady
Of the Rohirrim's last despair and glory
His Horns of Rohan brought this final dawn
O'er Theoden King's resting place
Crawl forward from dark to greater dark
Don't look! Don't Look! the small crawls
Towards the unseeing Great
Runesword in shaking hand
Overlooked little one crawling
On shivering knees striking
thinking only 'King's Man!
King's Man! Like a Father shalt thou be to me!"
O'er Theoden King's resting place
Crawl forward from dark to greater dark
Don't look! Don't Look! the small crawls
Towards the unseeing Great
Runesword in shaking hand
Emblazoned enabled Golden Despair
As the Nazgul feels the small one's blow
Striking shrieking agonized Evil
The last deciding blow as Dawn returns
O'er Theoden King's resting place
Crawl forward from dark to greater dark
Athelas in the King's hand lies
From the blessed Great
Healing for the dying hand