I feel the raindrops cling to my skin,
I hear the howling of the wind,
The water chills my very soul,
I know my life has taken it's toll,
I lay my weary head to rest,
I face my face to face the west,
I had done their will on bended knee,
But still they did not permit me to be free,
My soul slips away from me,
Maybe one day I'll even be free,
Evil consumes me,
Death has what was granted to me,
I need what is rightfully mine,
I need my ring that will release my mind,
To all extremes I will go,
To retrieve my precious from my foe,
Smegal I was but shall be no more,
For Gollum will consume me ever more.
