Nine black warriors
Ride through the ancient forest
Ride on black horses

Like shadows fast as the wind

Their long swords shining like stars on heaven

They guide them to their destiny
Them to their destiny


Nine brave warriors
Walk through the ancient forest
Getting a great power

The most requested by evil

Evil creatures waylay them

To obtain what they lost a long time ago
Their only defense are their arms and swords


Screams of sorrow come from darkness
A cold evil wind
Blows from mordor it is

The fury of the dark lord

Who acclaims the great ring the most powerful

He will recover it
Recover anyway


Three rings for the kings
Of the high elves under sky
Seven rings to the gnoms lords

In their halls made of stone

Nine to the mortal men

Condemned to die
One for the dark lord
On the dark throne

In the mordor's land
Where shadows reigns


One to enslave all rings
To find them all in time
And drive them

Into darkness

Nine brave warriors

Walk through ancient forest
Getting a great power
The most requested by evil