Theoden King

THE FUNERAL OF THEODRED
Bealocwealm hafath fréone frecan forth onsended
Giedd sculon singan gléomenn
sorgiende on Meduselde thæt he manna wære
his dryhtne dierest and maga deorost.
Bealo

[An evil death has set forth the noble warrior
A song shall sing sorrowing minstrels
in Meduseld that he is no more,
to his lord dearest and kinsmen most beloved.]

THE FALLEN
[5:19] Of
[5:23] cil
[5:25] de
[5:26] tó
[5:28] menn
[5:32] thæt
[5:36] hé
[5:38] his
[5:40] déath
[5:44] ge-
[5:46] sé
[5:48] o.
[5:52] thæt
[5:58] hear
[6:00] de
[6:04] sóth

[From childhood
So that he might face his death like a man.
The hard truth]