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Three Rings for the Elven Kings

Under the sky

Seven for the Dwarf Lords

In their halls of stone

Nine for mortal Men

Doomed as they are to die

And one ring born of Mordor

Where the shadows lie

From fire and death it came

And in shadow it will remain

A beacon to foes most fierce

A poison that cannot be healed



One ring to rule them all

One ring to find

One ring to bring them all

And in the darkness bind

They crossed the Misty Mountains

They try to hide it from his sight

I am the whispers in your mind

They’ll fight forgotten battles

Not knowing if they can withstand

I am the horror in the night

Betrayed by those who guide them

Ensnared by webs of pain and fear

I can drag you from the light

And on the fiery mountain,

Can strength prevail over the end?

I must return to the Eye



Climbing the mountain of its creation

 Wrapped in the evil incantation

Struggles to free his mind from evil’s call

Stood on the brink of glory and wonder

Ring-Bearer’s mind beginning to falter

Whispering shadow echoed in his eyes

Surrenders hope to all temptation

Dooming the hopes of every nation

Evil triumphant where the shadows lie

One ring to rule them, one ring to find them

Deep in the darkness he will bind them

Forging a terror unlike all they know