A Ranger of the North hides from his past,
A young Maiden holds a Ring of power.
In the Wild, the Ranger must outlast,
While the maiden dwells in the White Tower.

Now in this sacred song that we do sing,
What lay ahead was a dangerous trip.
For they were forced to destroy the One Ring,
And they left with Elven swords at their hip.

Together, the Ranger and Maiden went,
And their love still remained everlasting.
But now we hear a sorrowful lament,
For the Maiden died in the Ring's casting.

Killed by the horrid monsters on Mount Doom,
The Ranger was left in darkness and gloom.