Listen my child to this story of dreams,
And know that the quest is more difficult than it seems,
When the twenty rings are reunited in order,
When you finaly reach Mordor’s border,
When the eye of Sauron is at hand,
When the orcs come in mighty bands,
When Frodo falls asleep where he lay,
And when sunlight brings the dawn of day,
Across the Marshes of the Dead,
Is where the Dark Lord rests his head,
And here through all the twists and bends,
Is where the quest finally ends.