Way ahead’s the eye of Sauron. About us, he doesn’t think.
To his place we’re gonna go now to destroy his precious ring
Take my hand, we go to Mordor and though our path is paved with foes
Till the end I’m gonna follow you, my friend, where friendship goes.
All our luck we’re gonna need because strength and hope are nearly gone:
Middle-Earth's covered in shadows; a new day might bring no dawn.
Take my hand, and we will make it, in the dark I’ll bring you light.
Together, sir, I’ll never leave you, we will cross this fearfull site.
