| «One ring to rule them all
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| One ring to find them
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| One ring to bring them all
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| And in the darkness bind them
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| In the land of Mordor
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| Where the shadows lie»
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| They were once nine kings with power in their hands
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| But they hungered too much, too far, too loud
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| So the dark lord heard their crying for more lands
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| More lands to reign, their vanity took their pride
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| They should have listened to the voices in their minds
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| You can get no power by being other’s slaves
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| Now they’ll hear him laughing as they’re fading away
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| He took their minds, their hope, their hearts, their souls
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| Now they’re after a little man from the north who didn’t know
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| The power and the magic in a little ring which he keeps
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| Guided by Sauron they gathered at the ford, they said:
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| «Give us the ring and come with us to Mordor»
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| «I will give you nothing», he replies
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| «I will give you nothing», he replies
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| In the land of death you can be no king
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| Now they’re just false replicas of what they once were
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| They say eternal life, I say eternal pain
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| The sound of death and pain is in their cries
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| So now the nine riders are making the dark lord’s will
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| They have forgotten their names, just oblivion in their minds
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| They are addicted to him, they are addicted to his ring
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| Their only vulnerability is reaching their home
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| The little man is carrying their lives in his hands
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| The face of Angmar doesn’t fear this man on his way
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| He’s approaching the Mount Doom to throw it away, down there
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| In Orodruin’s fire they remember his words
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| «I will give you nothing», he replies
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| «I will give you nothing», he replies
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| «I will give you nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing», he cries
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| «I will never ever give you anything», he cries |