Out of the tower of Mordor
On black steeds darkness rides
Evil flowing around them
As they seek their masters prize

Over the grasslands of Rohan
Screams voices that are fell
All who hear them quaver
As sorrow falls like a spell

They’re gather evil about them
Driving all hope away
Turning to terror any who callenge
Fright and Panic hold sway

Sweeping up through the gap of Rohan
Wave upon wave of fear
Feeling the power is closer
The thing they are seeking is near

Upon the shire a dark hand closes
Hate in its frightful grasp
Pain and sorrow will fall there now
Has HE then got the ring at last?

All is not yet over
Darkness does not yet hold sway
The dark master has been thwarted
The ringbearer has bourne it away

They follow now ever closer
Persuing with all their might
Until with a stab in the darkness
they seek to put out the light

But friends fight there with him
They have brought him hither
To Rivendell, to elven healers
For now darkness has drowned in the river

So in Rivendell for the moment
The ringbearer lies at rest
Though he for the moment doesn’t know it
To him is given the quest

That quest to rid us of evil
To drive the darkness away
By destroying the RING OF POWER
And so bringing Middle Earth a new day