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