Three weapons for the Sith of the Dark Side, under cowls of shade.
Seven for the Jedi Masters, peacekeepers in the halls of their own.
Nine for the Fett bounty hunters, father and son, corpses made.
One for the Dark Lord, in his dark throne,
Scarred on Mustafar, where his dying body laid.
One Force to rule them all,
One Force to find them.
One Force to bring them all,
And in the darkness, bind them...
In a suit of pitch-black armor, where his dying body stayed.
The Chancellor and his men
Saw a man bow his head,
And bound him in his bones.
The galaxy is ours,
And by the powers,
Where'er we will, we'll roam.
Most Jedi have died,
But two are alive.
On Dagobah, and on Tatooine.
There is Darth Vader's rage,
And an Emperor to face.
Luke, get in your X-Wing.
The ship has been raised
From its Dagobah grave,
Can you hear C-3PO groan?
This is my plea to all.
Pay heed to my call,
Raise blade against father's own.