Behind the Hills, Into Shadow

I hear the sound of thunder.

I see the signs of storm.

I see Eorlingas shiver,

All wearing gaze forlorn.

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I see a flash of lightning,

And then comes down the rain.

I see the fear in all our eyes,

From despair barely refrained.

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I see torches in the distance,

I hear roars carried on the wind.

I imagine uruks snarling,

I see Dunlending grins.

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And I see no horse or rider,

I hear no sound of horn.

I see no sign of coming day,

Just stars and moon forlorn.

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The battleline, it nears Helm's Deep,

Rank upon rank abreast.

How did this come to pass, I question,

The last days of the West?