(©Dark Fortress 2000)
The road goes ever on and on, down from the door where it began
Now far ahead the road has gone, but I must follow if I can
Pursuing it with weary feet, until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and erands meet and wither than, I cannot say
Oh, I had never thought, that this time once will come
When I must leave the shire and impossible seems my return
But there's a load on my shoulders, if I stay I could never be free
So I am the last hope, for Middle-Earth and me
We flew to Elrond's house, very weak and badly hurt
And by the council the plan was made, so the ring has to go south
We wandered through the dark, crossed the bridge of Khazad-dūm
Where the wizards wisdom died and our hearts hang low
Three rings for the Elven-Kings, under the sky
Seven for the Dwarf-Lords in their halls of stone
Nine for the mortal men, doomed to die
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the land of Mordor
In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie
I looked into her mirror, saw things I haven't seen before
From the future and the past and this eye I can't ignore
He is searching for me, wants to get the mighty One
So we went to Parth Galen, where the fellowship breaks down
The beast was tamed at least, and guides us through the swamp
But the black gate was closed and courage sank to the ground
Faramir gave us hope for the last part of our way
But they caught me at the pass, so fate lies in Samweis hands
Three rings for the Elven-Kings, under the sky
Seven for the Dwarf-Lords in their halls of stone
Nine for the mortal men, doomed to die
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the land of Mordor
In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie
In the land of Mordor, where the shadows lie
One ring to rule them all, one ring to find them
One ring to rule them all and in the darkness bind them
In the land of Mordor, where the shadows lie
The war was raging at Minas Tirith, Theoden takes his last breath
When I hear a NazGŪL screaming, 'cause his dreadful king has died
Dreary days and darkest nights full of fear and painful screams
As I find my tiring way, to the Fiery Cracks of Doom
Three rings for the Elven-Kings, under the sky
Seven for the Dwarf-Lords in their halls of stone
Nine for the mortal men, doomed to die
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the land of Mordor
In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie
Oh' wanderer in the shadowed land,
Despair not, for though dark they stand
All woods there must be end at last and see the open sun go past
The setting sun the rising sun
The days end or the days begun
For east or west all woods must fail...
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