Brothers shall fight and fell each other, and sisters' sons shall kinship stain. Hard is it on earth, with rampant whoredom; Axe-time, sword-time, shields are splintered. Wind-time, wolf-time, ere the world falls. Nor ever shall men each other spare.
Arise now, arise, Riders of Théoden! Dire deeds awake: dark is it eastward. Let horse be bridled, horn be sounded! Forth Eorlingas!