Arwen From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadow shall spring.
Renewed shall be blade that was broken;
The crownless again shall be king. King Théoden We shall have peace. We shall have peace, when you answer for the burning of the Westfold, and the children who lie dead there! We shall have peace, when the lives of the soldiers, whose bodies were hewn even as they lay dead against the gates of the Hornburg, are avenged! When you hang from a gibbet, for the sport of your own crows, we shall have peace! King Théoden Arise! Arise, riders of Th?oden! Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered - a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises! Ride now! Ride now! Ride! Ride for ruin, and the world's ending![The riders yell for battle] Forth Éorlingas!