The Bearer Of The Ring
The bearer of the ring, the wearer of the ring stands on the very brink of fate;
Staring into eyes of darkness and despair that rise and shrink with hate.
The bearer of the ring, the wearer of the ring He hears a voice compelling him;
Filling him with thoughts that echo in his mind it should be telling him:
Beware, the power is a power never known beware, the power that was simple now has grown.
Beware, O bearer of the ring the final power has yet to be shown
The bearer of the ring, the wearer of the ring through forces tempting to resist,
Must recall the quest to end this darkest age that mortal death has kissed.
The bearer of the ring, the wearer of the ring beware who wears the ring!
The bearer of the ring, the wearer of the ring He hears a voice compelling him;
Filling him with thoughts that echo in his mind it should be telling him:
Beware, the power is a power never known beware, the power that was simple now has grown.
Beware, O bearer of the ring the final power has yet to be shown
The bearer of the ring, the wearer of the ring stands on the very brink of fate;
Staring into eyes of darkness and despair that rise and shrink with hate.
The bearer of the ring, the wearer of the ring He hears a voice compelling him;
Filling him with thoughts that echo in his mind it should be telling him:
Beware, the power is a power never known beware, the power that was simple now has grown.
Beware, O bearer of the ring the final power has yet to be shown
Mithrandir
Let the night never cease to call you let the day nevermore be the same
Though you've gone where we cannot find you
In each heart you have set your name Mithrandir far you wander
And long may your name be sung through kingdoms of starlight and realms of the sun
Mithrandir though you're hidden
We're still guided by your light you're walking beside us
A friend in the night we were lost when the dark descended
And the light gathered into a storm you appeared like a sunlit morning
At the winds of a world at war Mithrandir far you wander
And long may your name be sung through kingdoms of starlight and realms of the sun
Mithrandir though you're hidden
We're still guided by your light you're walking beside us a friend in the night
Mithrandir rising through the shadow like a star shining deep in its home
You will dwell in our hearts forever nevermore will we stand alone
Let the night never cease to call you let the day nevermore be the same
Though you've gone where we cannot find you
In each heart you have set your name Mithrandir far you wander
And long may your name be sung through kingdoms of starlight and realms of the sun
Mithrandir though you're hidden
Misty Mountains Cold
Under the Mountain dark and tall the king has come into his hall.
His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread and ever so his foes shall fall!
The sword is sharp, the spear is long the arrow swift, the Gate is strong;
The heart is bold that looks on gold and dwarves no more shall suffer wrong.
The mountain throne once more is freed wandering folk, the summons heed!
Come haste come haste across the waste the king of friend and kin has need.
The King is come unto his hall under the Mountain dark and tall.
The Worm of Dread is slain and dead and ever so our foes shall fall!
Under the Mountain dark and tall the king has come into his hall.
His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread and ever so his foes shall fall!
The sword is sharp, the spear is long the arrow swift, the Gate is strong;
The heart is bold that looks on gold and dwarves no more shall suffer wrong.
The Mountain King's Return
The streams shall run in gladness the lakes shall shine and burn.
All sorrow fail and sadness at the Mountain King's return!
The King beneath the mountain the King of carven stone,
The lord of silver fountains shall come into his own!
The streams shall run in gladness the lakes shall shine and burn.
All sorrow fail and sadness at the Mountain King's return!
His crown shall be upholden his harp shall be restrung.
His halls shall echo golden to songs of yore re-sung
The woods shall wave on mountains and grass beneath the sun;
His wealth shall flow in fountains and the rivers golden run.
The streams shall run in gladness the lakes shall shine and burn.
All sorrow fail and sadness at the Mountain King's return
The King beneath the mountain his wealth is like the Sun,
His silver like a fountain his rivers golden run
The lord of silver fountains The King of carven stone,
The King beneath the mountains shall come into his own!
And the bells shall ring in gladness at the Mountain-king's return!
But all shall fail in sadness and the lake will shine and burn,
The End Of The Ring
The end of the ring, the return of the king a new age has come to the land!
The end of the ring, the return of the king He shall rule with a true healing hand!
The quest is done, the battle won and all have lost in the winning.
Oft hope is born when all's forlorn and there's a new beginning.
He who had the courage not to fail the bearer of the ring we hail!
Praise them praise them praise them with great praise!
Praise them with great praise!
The end of the ring, the return of the king a new age has come to the land!
The end of the ring, the return of the king He shall rule with a true healing hand!
The end of the ring, the return of the king a new age has come to the land!
The end of the ring, the return of the king He shall rule with a true healing hand!
The quest is done, the battle won and all have lost in the winning.
Oft hope is born when all's forlorn and there's a new beginning.
Frodo Of The Nine Fingers
Frodo of the nine fingers and the ring of doom
When Bilbo found that shiny ring in Gollum's cave of gloom,
He never thought that it would turn into a ring of doom.
The Dragon Smaug, the Spiders, too the Goblins, the Elven-king,
They came to know the power of the Hobbit and his ring.
Frodo of the nine fingers and the ring of doom
It started with a Hobbit in Gollum's cave of gloom.
The power of the ring, it grew and Gandalf sat in thought.
He knew that it must be destroyed in fires where it was wrought.
For if in evil hands it fell the earth would know its end.
No force of arms would win the day no army could contend.
Frodo of the nine fingers and the ring of doom
Accepted a heavy burden for the fires to consume.
Frodo of the nine fingers and the ring of doom
Why does he have nine fingers where is the ring of doom?
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