Morthond

We heard horns in hills ringing

The swords shining in South-kingdom

Steeds went striding to the Stoningland

As winds in morning, war was there

Drowning in dark waters, meres of Morthond

Beneath the mountain shadows

Death in the morning and at day's ending

Lords took and lowly, long now they sleep

Grey now as tears gleaming silver

Red then it rolled roaring water

Foam dyed with blood, flamed at a sunset

As bacon mountains burned at evening