...and now, as if in a dream of long ages past, a vast and shadowy plain stretches before you. And on that plain there march the shapes of many men: the sons of forgotten kings, wandering in loneliness, lost in darkness. Tall and grim they are, and bearing bright swords they pass through years untold...'til at last one steps forward with a fire in his eyes and a star on his brow!

I've journeyed from the northlands
Many leagues, and oh so far away 
For the battle to be joined 
With the force of night  [bad word] to conquer 
Conquer all the land! 
To the city of kings 
Who'll bear the golden ring? 
But the nine [bad word] 
And the darkness grows 
I'm just one man with many foes 
They must not find that which they seek! 
ONE RING [bad word] THEM ALL! 

Shadows gather from the wastelands 
But in the darkness there's a shining light 
He'll lead us through the blackest night 
Till our hearts are freed 
And fear will vanish, forevermore! 
To the city of kings 
Who'll bear the golden ring? 
broken sword , a forgotten crown 
From darkness into darkness bound 
And I'm the one for which they seek! 
ONE KING [bad word] THEM ALL!