"As the deer pants for streams of water,
so my soul pants for you, my God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
When can I go and meet with God?
My tears have been my food
day and night,
while people say to me all day long,
“Where is your God?”
These things I remember
as I pour out my soul:
how I used to go to the house of God
under the protection of the Mighty One
with shouts of joy and praise
among the festive throng."
After the Bath - Frederick Arthur Bridgman
Nocturne in Black and Gold - James Abbott McNeill Whistler
So I will pave this road to glory
Which is the broken spirit’s soul
Resignate with perfect reason
Shut life’s last gloomy door
Christopher Lee with the Tolkien Ensemble reads Theoden’s Battle Cry
"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!”