"The Fate of Middle-Earth"
O, Sweet are the voices of those who call
In fair lands from which we came
Long ago we left those halls
And remember now only their names.
Those lands lie far across the seas
Where soon we shall return
For our time here is gone, you see
We've nothing left to earn.
We first were the mightiest of all races
In this new Middle-Earth
But soon we sail to far off places
And man takes his ruling turn.
If the Ring of Power does not pass
Into the chasms of Mount Doom
Then all our times will come at last
And the land will be evil soon.
The Elves cannot fight this evil force
Our numbers are now too few
So should the company fail its course
Middle-Earth will start anew.
The Dark Lord will destroy the race of men
The Elves shall return to the Havens
All other races will fall to Him
They all will be slain or enslavened.
Darkness will cover all the land
Sauron shall control all things
With the Mighty Ring upon his hand
And terrible creatures with great black wings.
Yet hope still remains with the nine who left
From Rivendell one day
Four Hobbits, two Men, one Dwarf, an Elf
And one wizard, old and grey.
Should they fail to complete the mighty task
That had been lain before them
The Dark Lord will rule the land at last
And all will bow, or die, before Him.
But should they destroy the Mighty Ring
All shall be freed from his darkness
The land shall again be ruled by a King
And all races will live in happiness.