(©Robert T. Hartnett 1991)

See the fires burning far into the East lands
where the battle rages on in the dark of night,
See the halfling climb into the lands of Mordor,
with the Precious by his heart he seeks his doom.

Mithrandir the Grey you passed through death and colors,
you fought the Balrog in the abyss of Moria's deep.
You've seen the fires blaze in the darkest pits of Hell,
now for you your death shall hold no more defeat.

Sauron flies across the skies on winged beast now,
the Nine they ride before to freeze the hearts of men.
See the Brave they go to the Battlefields of glory
to face they're enemies and make they're final stand.