Away from Kin, from Hearth, from Home
Dispatched with Haste to Lands Unknown
The Wandering Riders, with Spears held High
Cry in the Darkness "Death is Nigh"
Through Perils and Snares they Boldly Ride
for King, for Valour, and Land, and Pride
How many Return is not yet Known
To their Fathers in Honour what Spirits have Flown
Battle-Tested and Worn, in Aura of Dread
Deservedly Feared, this Bold Éored
Away they shall Stay ‘til Orders Received
Then with Speed they shall Go, from Foreign Lands Leave
Battle-Hardened and Strong, with Heart and Might
The Wandering Riders, their Foes shall Smite
One Day Return, the Éored all
To their Homeland they’ll Ride, not Risking its Fall
To Homes Far Away, the Isen they’ll Pass
The Mark’s Sons and Daughters, Fierce Eorlingas
This is my own work. 2/14/2017
