'The bent shape of the king sprang suddenly erect. Tall and proud he seemed again, And rising in his stirrups he cried in a loud voice,
more clear than any there had ever heard a mortal man achieve before:
'Arise, arise, Riders of Théoden!
Fell deeds awake: fire and slaughter!
spear shall be shaken, shield be splintered,
a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises!
Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!'
- J.R.R. Tolkien, 'The Return Of The King'