(Spoken prelude--Witch King of Angmar)
Come not between the Nazgul and his prey or he will slay thee in turn! He will bear thee away to the houses of lamentation--beyond all darkness--where thy flesh shall be devoured and thy shrivelled mind be left naked to the Lidless Eye! (Eowyn draws sword) Hinder me? Thou fool--no living man may hinder me!

(Eowyn)
When I came to battle,
I saw my uncle lying dead.
Now I must do my combat duty,
But something's gotten to my head:
If I had known that he would be slain,
I might have never gone into the fight;
But his murder I must right now avenge
And the time has come to set things right.

Nazgul King, I'm the great horse joy!
I have come; I'll both of you destroy.
Don't you know I ain't no man or boy?
Feminists love the great horse joy.

(During the first solo, Eowyn slays the dwimmerlaik)

Nazgul King, now your steed is dead.
Girl pow'r has severed off its head.
Soon I'll put you on your deathbed;
And your orcs, they'll also be dead.

(During the second solo, Eowyn slays the Witch King)

Now you've got your revenge,
My uncle and my foster dad.
Though I might just mourn your passing,
I will just succeed you instead.
If I had known I would do this well,
I would have wanted to become the queen.
I will remember your deeds
And make your glory by all seen.

Aragorn! bring your ships of black,
Let us end the orcs with your attack.
One or more bones might just be cracked;
But this day, I'll wear white, not black.

(Ad lib and fade)