we move onto the forbidden black square
to watch the rest reside in white
and revel in our feigned resistance
in light of unperceived persistence
the fishhook dangles and we bite.

merely pawns who fell into a cunning spider's nest
we wear the rings that bind us to strange things we can't ingest
if resistance is truly futile, then why even bother to breathe?
we're running in 20 different directions
with no apparent way to leave.

3 rings for the Elven kings, under the sky
7 for the dwarf lords in their halls of stone......
9 for us mortal men, doomed to die
1 for the dark lord on his dark throne......

in the land of Mordor, where the shadows lie
1 ring to rule them all
1 ring to find them
1 ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
maybe one day the Lion will show the way
maybe one day the Lion will show the way
maybe one day the Lion will show......