Three rings for the elven kings under the sky
Seven for the dwarf lords in their halls of stone
Nine for mortal men domed to die
One for the dark lord and his dark throne
In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie
One ring to rule them all, one ring to find them
One ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them
In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie

The earth was trembling by clovn hooves
And no stars shined in that night forseen
The Morgul road was hidden by clowds of doom
And trembled again by the outburst of darkness
Ten thousand Orks and Trolls, paralyzed with fear of the Nazgul king