

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse I] The fields lie quiet beneath the sky, Hooves no longer drum the plain. Our banners rest in the evening light, Still warm with their breath and rain. I hear you now in the turning grass, In the gull’s far, lonely cry— Not gone, my sons, not lost to dark, You only ride ahead. [Chorus] O glorious dead, do not linger here, Do not bow your heads in shame. The road goes on beyond the hill, Beyond the sword and flame. I walk beside you, unseen, unbound, To guide you safely home. Do not mourn me, do not look back— I ride where kings are known. Rohan's sons will ride again, Do not weep the glorious dead [Verse II] We stood as one when the world shook hard, When hope was thin as thread. You did not yield, you did not break, You followed where I led. Let the living sing of dawn anew, Let the children learn your names. Our grief is love that learned to stand Inside the storm of days. [Chorus] O glorious dead, lift up your eyes, The night has had its say. Steel may sleep and flesh may fade, But honor does not decay. I am not lost to shadowed halls, Nor bound to tomb or stone. I ride before you, torch in hand, To lead you safely home. Rohan's sons will ride again, Do not weep the glorious dead [Bridge] When horns are silent, hearts remember. When fires dim, the stars remain. No death can take your honor earned On the green and battered plain. [Final Chorus / Outro] O glorious dead, rest easy now, Your watch is finally done. The world still turns because you stood And would not flee nor run. Do not miss me, do not weep— I am no king alone. I ride ahead, I keep the path, Until all riders come home. Rohan's sons will ride again, Do not weep the glorious dead
Tags
Folk, harp, medieval, violin, cello, medieval folk, uplifting
4:20
No
12/18/2025