toward dungeons deep and caverns old,
he finds a maiden fair
forged of gold, heartless cold,
he ought to've left her there.
her desperate plea, so lovely,
bid him whisk her away
A thousand years, now finally free,
she found the light of day
fondly in his tender care,
she lay her weary head
patience cast away, laid bare -
thirsting now blood red
vassal of Eru, where is your king?
no voice inside him cries
He is asleep while you hold the ring
she whispers and she lies
she sings a pretty tune to him
she fills his peaceful ears
with songs of dragons, gold, and whim
he listens and he hears
vassal of Eru, what is your song?
why have you sung off key?
listen true, and listen long
follow the Song from beyond the Sea.