Who shall guide them now? Is Gandalf really dead?
 At Khazad-Dum bridge a Balrog took him
 Under Tol-Brandir's shade, at Parth Galen they camped
 No enemies near at least for a while

 For in these evil days there is no safe place left
 How long shall a heart resist this threat?

 [bad word] is in its darkest hour
 The breaking of the Fellowship...

 Ring to bind them all
 Dwarves and Elves and Men
 (Ash Nazg!)
 In darkness of Mordor
 (Agh burzum ishi...)
 Where shadows lie
 (Krimpatul!)

 To Minas Tirith or to the Cracks of Doom
 Which path shall they take at this final stand?
 The fellowship waits around the fireplace
 The Bearer to face the riddles of fate

 For the days are short now in this suffering Earth
 Shall Frodo turn back? Shall he face the Dark Lord?

 Thus his servant speaks:

 "Meu Amo decidiú (He'll go on his own to...) partire...
 Marchar sen ninguén pra Mordor! (...Mordor!)
 Mais ainda dúbida (He's afraid...)
 por iso tárdase, (That's why he's taking so long...)
 Demais..."

 Boromir's behaving strange
 The light of fire reveals
 The grief and guilt that twist his face,
 The search begins...

 "I need your Ring, you know
 But I give you my word
 I do not desire to keep it
 Will you not lend me the Ring?"

 Without sense [bad word] not taking any care
 Sudden madness fell on [bad word]  Each path they take divides them fatally
 They [bad word] with fate in fright and despair

 As the Ring fades away and the Bearer as well
 Sam guesses the move and goes to the boats

 [bad word] is in its darkest hour
 The breaking of the Fellowship...

 Ring to bind them all
 Dwarves and Elves and Men
 (Ash Nazg!)
 In darkness of Mordor
 (Agh burzum ishi...)
 Where shadows lie
 (Krimpatul!)