Song of the dunadan

...and now, as if in a dream of long ages past, a vast and shadowy plain stretches before you. And on that plain there march the shapes of many men: the sons of forgotten kings, wandering in loneliness, lost in darkness. Tall and grim they are, and bearing bright swords they pass through years untold...'til at last one steps forward with a fire in his eyes and a star on his brow!

I've journeyed from the northlands
Many leagues, and oh so far away
For the battle to be joined
With the force of night
They come to conquer
Conquer all the land!
To the city of kings
Who'll bear the golden ring?
But the nine have come
And the darkness grows
I'm just one man with many foes
They must not find that which they seek!
ONE RING TO RULE THEM ALL!

Shadows gather from the wastelands
But in the darkness there's a shining light
He'll lead us through the blackest night
Till our hearts are freed
And fear will vanish, forevermore!
To the city of kings
Who'll bear the golden ring?
A broken sword , a forgotten crown
From darkness into darkness bound
And I'm the one for which they seek!
ONE KING TO RULE THEM ALL!