(©Darryl Grant Potter & Michael Bohl 2002-2004)

There were three rings cast in the distant past for the elven kings to own
Seven more were held by the dwarves who dwell in their havens made of stone
Mortal men had nine in the grand design by the dark one in his tower
The lord of darkness, cold and heartless, with the one great ring of power

In the land of shadow, the sun never shines
In the land of shadow, the skies are not kind

But the sands of time falling through the hourglass, ran for thousands of years
Empire became ashes became dust
And the lord of evil, his reign of power past, vows he will reappear
Conquer and master he must

In the mountain gorges and the river waters, I could feel the world was changing
In the rocks and trees, and the forest breeze, a wicked force was waking
There were odd sensations and strange vibrations, my mind was filled with doubt
I saw rain-clouds storming, and anger forming in the dark skies to the south

In the land of shadow, the warning is clear
In the land of shadow, there’s much to be feared

So prepare to bow to the shadow kingdom, and kiss your freedom goodbye
Surrender to the dark power sublime
There’s no hand of mercy, no guiding wisdom, and every one must comply
It's only a matter of time

There were three rings cast in the distant past that the elf lords still retain
Seven more were made, but they appear mislaid by the dwarves who search in vain
Mortal men had nine till their fate was signed by the dark one in his tower
My lord and master who hungers after the one great ring of power

In the land of shadow, one ring decides
In the land of shadow, who will preside
In the land of shadow, there’s nowhere to hide
In the land of shadow, your freedom denied

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