Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings doesn't belong to me! I'm just writing this for fun, I promise!
O Hero! The Hero!
O Hero! the Hero! your journey is now to begin,
With naught but eight companions, and a circle of gold against your skin.
This burden placed upon you, around your neck to wear,
Containing the world's most evil power, given to you with utmost care.
It whispers lies, torments, cruelties, and fear,
But with stout heart, you refuse to hear.
A black shape above your head looms,
Nine roses of death grow and bloom.
O Hero! the Hero! your beloved innocence has fled,
Replaced by wicked demons, deeds, and doings instead.
Each day you travel on this path, seeking to destroy this gold,
But to you it seems an impossible task, when all is said and told.
The Dark One longs, oh longs for his prize,
Seeking it with blazing, fiery eyes,
Nine roses of death, so close, pursue,
Planning to take this gold from you.
O Hero! the Hero! take up your mighty sword!
Bring to bear its fierce blue glow, and defeat the wicked lord.
The mountain of fire grows ever closer, a shadow upon your heart,
A gaping chasm of molten flame awaits you to do your part.
Come then now! come close to its heat,
Listening in darkness to drums that beat,
Heralding the end of most sinful days,
Burned away now in a blistering blaze.
O Hero! the Hero! Look! See what you have done!
The Dark Cloud is gone, and it's freedom for all you've won.
Nine roses of death wither, struck down in your garden of success,
No more will they trouble you, your journey is now at rest.
All peoples join now hand in hand,
To tell your glory throughout the land,
Hero, the victor, your plights are through,
The peace settles now, long overdue.
O Hero! The Hero!
O Hero! the Hero! your journey is now to begin,
With naught but eight companions, and a circle of gold against your skin.
This burden placed upon you, around your neck to wear,
Containing the world's most evil power, given to you with utmost care.
It whispers lies, torments, cruelties, and fear,
But with stout heart, you refuse to hear.
A black shape above your head looms,
Nine roses of death grow and bloom.
O Hero! the Hero! your beloved innocence has fled,
Replaced by wicked demons, deeds, and doings instead.
Each day you travel on this path, seeking to destroy this gold,
But to you it seems an impossible task, when all is said and told.
The Dark One longs, oh longs for his prize,
Seeking it with blazing, fiery eyes,
Nine roses of death, so close, pursue,
Planning to take this gold from you.
O Hero! the Hero! take up your mighty sword!
Bring to bear its fierce blue glow, and defeat the wicked lord.
The mountain of fire grows ever closer, a shadow upon your heart,
A gaping chasm of molten flame awaits you to do your part.
Come then now! come close to its heat,
Listening in darkness to drums that beat,
Heralding the end of most sinful days,
Burned away now in a blistering blaze.
O Hero! the Hero! Look! See what you have done!
The Dark Cloud is gone, and it's freedom for all you've won.
Nine roses of death wither, struck down in your garden of success,
No more will they trouble you, your journey is now at rest.
All peoples join now hand in hand,
To tell your glory throughout the land,
Hero, the victor, your plights are through,
The peace settles now, long overdue.