(verse)

Minas Morgul, Nazgúl, and Dark Lord,
Stalking Fellowship is quite a bore,
Stuck in Moria; I can’t get past that door,
And right now,
My feet are sore.

Seems like there’s always someone who foils our plan,
They judge it like they judge us being fans,
And the verdict comes from those with evil on their hand,
The jury’s out,
Soon they’ll understand…

(chorus)

Don’t you worry your evil little mind,
Chucked into the fire are things that shine,
And they’ll make this look hard,
The lava’s high,
The mountain’s rough,
But this Ring is ours.

(verse)

You never know what people have up their sleeves,
Ranges from sharp swords to archery,
Lurking in the shadows with their bright blue eyes,
But we don’t care,
‘Cause you WILL be mine,
And you’ll say…

(repeat chorus)

(verse)

And it’s not theirs to speculate,
If it’s wrong and,
We bit his finger, but it ain’t,
Where you belong on,
We’ll fight their justice and keep you from Sauron,
For us.

‘Cause we love the glow on your surface,
And we love the contained evilness,
And any snide remark from that wizard about your invisibility will be denied,
‘Cause your power’s mine…

Heh heh…

So don’t you worry your evil little mind,
Chucked into the fire are things that shine,
And they’ll make this look hard,
Don’t you worry your evil little mind,
Chucked into the fire are things that shine,
But they can’t steal what’s ours,
No, Precious,
They can’t take what’s ours…

The lava’s high,
The mountain’s rough,
But this Ring is
Ours.