How is it the mindless frightened small one crawls
With tiny rune-wrapped sword towards the towering evil
That does not see, does not look, does not care
For aught but to shatter that last wan Light
and so to cast down the World in utter black
Where is my courage now, what desolate fear
Blanks my mind as on I crawl to desperate doom
Unnoticed in King Theoden's wrack and ruin
Thoughtless, unheeding, driven and honor bound
Crawling onwards and somehow striking
No thought to get before the enemy, just strike
As high as I can reach from my trembling knees