The Call Lyrics

The Call (Theoden dresses for battle) Old English Hwaer cwóm helm? hwaer cwóm byrne? Hwar cwóm feax flówende? Hwaer cwóm hand on hearpestrenge? Hwaer cwóm scir fyyr scinende? Hwaer cwóm lencten and hærfest? Hwaer cwóm héah corn weaxende? Hwá gegaderath wuduréc of wealdholte byrnende? Oththe gesiehth of gársecge thá géar gewendende? Where ist the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing? Where is the hand on the harp string, and the red fire glowing? Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing? Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning? Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?