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THÉODEN | The King Who Rose Again | Tolkien’s World in Songs

A heroic and tragic medieval song telling the story of Théoden, King of Rohan — a ruler who fell into despair, rose again through courage, and led his people into legend. This song follows his fall, his awakening, and his final ride, honoring a king who chose hope when all seemed lost. Part of Tolkien’s World in Songs, a fan-made musical project inspired by the works of J.R.R. Tolkien. My name is César, and Lord of the Songs is a personal project that transforms J.R.R. Tolkien’s legendarium into music. Lyrics: In the Golden Hall where the shadows grow long, A King sat in silence, forgetting his song. Meduseld was weary, beneath a grey sky, Watching the spirit of Rohan just die. Wormtongue was whispering venom and lies, Clouding the vision in Théoden’s eyes. "Your hands are too weak, and your winter is near," As the King was enslaved by the poison of fear. But the White Rider came with a flash of his staff, And scattered the darkness like wind scatters chaff. "Théoden, awake!" cried the light from the door, And the King stood as tall as he had been before. He stepped to the sunlight, he reached for his blade, No longer a shadow, no longer afraid. "Rohan arises!" he roared to the sky, Ready to conquer and ready to die. Théoden King! Lord of the Mark! A burning fire against the deep dark. Son of old Thengel, of golden-born blood, Standing his ground through the fire and flood. Arise, now arise! Let the war-horns resound! The King of the Riddermark cannot be bound! At the deep of the Hornburg, by the wall made of stone, Where the malice of Isengard's army was shown. "Ride out with me!" he cried to the night, To meet the new dawn in the glory of fight. He rode on Snowmane through the gates of the hall, Breaking the siege and the shadow's dark thrall. The morning had come and the victory was won, By the King who had followed the light of the sun. To the fields of the South! To the Pelennor plain! To wash out the shadow with blood and with rain! "Death!" he was shouting, with spear held on high, Beneath the red sun of the overcast sky. He charged at the Witch-king, he challenged the dread! Giving his life for the path that he led! Down went the stallion, down went the King, While the songs of the angels began now to ring. "Farewell, Master Holbytla," he whispered so low, Watching the light of the morning to grow. "I go to my fathers, to the halls of the great," Leaving the world to its glorious fate. The King has departed... the sun has gone down. But Théoden’s glory is Rohan’s own crown. Lord of the Horses... rest in the light. #tolkien #lordoftherings #middleearth #faramir #gondor #mordor #lotr #Theoden #rohan #elseñordelosanillos