Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings. 

The Way is Shut

There is a path,

A narrow path,

Where no creature dares to tread,

Human and Elf, Dwarf and Orc,

All stay far away,

For down the path,

The narrow path,

Is the home of spirits,

Vengeful spirits,

Betrayers and cowards,

They took an oath,

To fight for the king,

But run they did,

In the face of battle,

But nevertheless,

The oath still holds,

And they are tied fast,

Bound to the mortal realm,

Until another king of Gondor comes,

And frees them from their curse,

They lurk within a cavern,

These malevolent ghosts,

At the end of the narrow path,

Behind a door of stone,

On which is carved these dire words,

A warning that you would be wise to heed,

These paths were made by the dead,

And so the dead keep them,

The way is shut,

The way is shut.