Chorus:
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.
Samwise:
I can feel you change as we draw near the great furnaces...
...where in the depths of time, you were shaped and formed.
Mount Doom!
I could claim you, Ring!
I would be Samwise the Strong!
Chorus:
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 never underthrown
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 its darkest stage
That mortal death has kissed
The bearer of the Ring,
The wearer of the Ring,
Beware who wears the Ring
