I Will Be The One
Boromir's response to the Ring's call.
By Vané Alasse
I stand
And before me it is laid:
This shining round of gold, this thing,
Isildur's bane, this little ring,
And from it creeps a fear, a dread,
A painful pounding in my head.
Weapon
Made of majesty and strength
For the dominion of the earth.
Great malice did design its birth.
This thing would be a binding band
On one chained soul's enraptured hand.
Triumph,
Ah, yes! That would then be mine
Should it be used to save my home
And threaten evil's wayward foam
Of horror. Yes! That, too, would flee
And mine would be the victory.
No more
Would I hear the shrieking cry,
"They have come!" And no more would I
Helplessly watch my kindred die
Before black terror's marching ranks,
Fouling fair Anduin's banks.
Gondor!
I would see it stand again,
The tower gleaming in the sun,
Tall guard of our great river's run,
And hear my brethren laugh as old.
Yes! Surely this will I behold!
Power
At last would belong to me.
Mine would be the great commanding
Of my country, strong, withstanding.
Then I would be the one to rule;
Before me would the dark lord drool.
Oh yes!
The eye thinks he has me beat,
Yet does not know I can command,
He does not know what wields my hand.
Then will be my long battle won
And my sure victory will come.
Revenge
Will then be mine forever.
For it will be mine to cherish
And before me he will perish.
And I will be the one to stand
There governing my dear-bought land.
My life
Will be lengthened by its might.
My days will never cease, and I
Will rule the world from sea to sky;
All shall be subject unto me.
Precious is it eternally.
Beyond
I know not what waits for me.
For it will be priceless treasure.
I will have it for my pleasure
Though it become my very pyre,
A flaming wheel, undying fire.
Destroy
It? Hark! They have lost their minds!
How can they speak so of the thing?
Never! It shall not die, pure ring.
In coming days it shall be sung
That I alone do wield the One.
Boromir's response to the Ring's call.
By Vané Alasse
I stand
And before me it is laid:
This shining round of gold, this thing,
Isildur's bane, this little ring,
And from it creeps a fear, a dread,
A painful pounding in my head.
Weapon
Made of majesty and strength
For the dominion of the earth.
Great malice did design its birth.
This thing would be a binding band
On one chained soul's enraptured hand.
Triumph,
Ah, yes! That would then be mine
Should it be used to save my home
And threaten evil's wayward foam
Of horror. Yes! That, too, would flee
And mine would be the victory.
No more
Would I hear the shrieking cry,
"They have come!" And no more would I
Helplessly watch my kindred die
Before black terror's marching ranks,
Fouling fair Anduin's banks.
Gondor!
I would see it stand again,
The tower gleaming in the sun,
Tall guard of our great river's run,
And hear my brethren laugh as old.
Yes! Surely this will I behold!
Power
At last would belong to me.
Mine would be the great commanding
Of my country, strong, withstanding.
Then I would be the one to rule;
Before me would the dark lord drool.
Oh yes!
The eye thinks he has me beat,
Yet does not know I can command,
He does not know what wields my hand.
Then will be my long battle won
And my sure victory will come.
Revenge
Will then be mine forever.
For it will be mine to cherish
And before me he will perish.
And I will be the one to stand
There governing my dear-bought land.
My life
Will be lengthened by its might.
My days will never cease, and I
Will rule the world from sea to sky;
All shall be subject unto me.
Precious is it eternally.
Beyond
I know not what waits for me.
For it will be priceless treasure.
I will have it for my pleasure
Though it become my very pyre,
A flaming wheel, undying fire.
Destroy
It? Hark! They have lost their minds!
How can they speak so of the thing?
Never! It shall not die, pure ring.
In coming days it shall be sung
That I alone do wield the One.