The Ford of Bruinen
The wind was catching
And the waves were crashing
Warning! Warning!
Darkness is gaining
Hope is fading
Yet still fleeing, fleeing
One lone rider
Sent by Strider
Riding, riding
Weighed by darkness
Pursued by darkness
He is darkening
The Darkness pursuing
Is corruption wooing
For they see him
They call, they beckon
"Come be Sauron's Second!"
But he is wavering
Then he calls
Then he falls
Then the Rivers rise
For they see
They are free
Now they swallow the darkness
Hideous cries
Closing eyes
The Black Riders are gone
The Waves are still
The rider is still
Darkness yet weighs
But one round is won
Hope's not yet done
She still whispers to them
"They will return
But I still burn
In hearts of good intent!