[Black Speech ]

Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul,

Ash nazg thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul.

In the fires of the mountain deep,

A secret forged in shadow's keep.

A ring of power, dark and hollow,

To bind them all,

Whispers echo through the land,

Of Gorthaur’s wicked, cursed hand.

The Nine, the Seven, 
the Elven three,

But one to rule eternally.

A spark of light, a glint of gold,

Yet in its core, the dark unfolds.

A fate entwined with doom and flame,

The One will bind them in his name.

One Ring to rule all,

One Ring to find,

One Ring to bring them,

In darkness bind.


The shadow calls, the whispers scream,

Power of Annatar,

Beneath the eye, all hope will die,
The reign of Thû has begun.

From Isildur's pride to Gollum's grasp,

The weight of doom in every clasp.

In darkness hidden, lost in time,

But evil waits, with silent rhyme.
Across the lands, the Ring will pass,

From Mordor’s black gates and fiery mass.

Temptation calls with deadly might,

A curse to blind, to steal the light.

The Shire dreams, but shadows loom,

A simple soul walks toward doom.

The power lingers, cold and stark,

To claim the heart, to tear apart.

One Ring, to find

One Ring to bring them,

In darkness bind.

The shadow calls, the whispers scream,

Power of Annatar,

Beneath the eye, all hope will die,

The reign of Gorthaur has begun.

Frodo's hand, with shaking breath,

Carries forth the weight of death.

The Eye upon him, searching fast,

But can he break the curse at last?

A race against the tides of fate,

To end the darkness, lift the weight.

But power tempts with every breath,

The Ring will drag them to their death.

One Ring, to find

One Ring to bring them,

In darkness bind.

The shadow calls, the whispers scream,

Power of Annatar,

Beneath the eye, all hope will die,

The reign of Gorthaur has begun

From “Ash nazg”, the black flame roars,

In the heart of Doom's core.
A light still burns, a fleeting hope,

But can they bear the binding yoke?

Frodo's hand, with shaking breath,

Carries forth the weight of death.

The Eye upon him, searching fast,

But can he break the curse at last?

A race against the tides of fate,

To end the darkness, lift the weight.

But power tempts with every breath,

The Ring will drag them to their death.

One Ring to find

One Ring to bring them,

In darkness bind.

The shadow calls, the whispers scream,

Power of Annatar,

Beneath the eye, all hope will die,

The reign of Gorthaur has begun.

Beneath the eye, all hope will die,

The reign of Sauron has begun.