(©Hobbit 2003)

I have lost my precious and I am bound to find it if I can
I will never be the same When Smeagol was my name.
He's the thief that took this thing
And I have told them Baggins has my ring
When the eye is glowing red there's a whisper in my head.
In the night when darkness falls - that's my time
And forever precious calls - from Anduin
I will face the mountain fire
I will crawl from Mordor to the Shire
Bleed until this leech is dead, no more whispers in my head.
We have lived a thousand years - cause we are two
We exist within your fears - I'll find you