Alive without breath, As cold as death; Never thirsty, ever drinking, All in mail never clinking.
J. R. R. TolkienOver the field rang his clear voice calling: โDeath! Ride, ride to ruin and the worldโs ending!
J. R. R. TolkienOf course, it is likely enough, my friends,' he said slowly, 'likely enough that we are going to our doom: the last march of the Ents. But if we stayed home and did nothing, doom would find us anyway, sooner or later. That thought has long been growing in our hearts; and that is why we are marching now. It was not a hasty resolve. Now at least the last march of the Ents may be worth a song.
J. R. R. Tolkien