So much death, what can men do against such reckless hate? Ride out with me, Ride out and meet them! For death and glory. For Rohan. For your people. The sun is rising. Yes, yes, the horn of helm Hammerhand shall sound in the deep, one last time. Let this be the hour that we draw swords together. Fell deeds awake, now for wrath, now for ruin and the red dawn! Forth Eorlingas!