Suspicion drapes their tired eyes.
They look at me, through my disguise.
I can not explain what grows in me,
a doubt, a worry...an evil seed.

Where did this darkness make it's start?
Is it from the ring hanging near my heart?
I can not feel, I can not see.
Is it the ring or is it me?

Sam, my Sam, why can't you see
or understand what's changing me?
I stand alone in fear and doubt.
My path once clear is fading out.

They wants me gone, They wants me dead
I must protect the ring instead.
I feel its call. It beckons me.
From ages passed, it speaks to me

Losing laughter, lacking faith
I curse the road that holds my fate.
Can I ever return again
to innocence and dear Bag End?

It is the only one who understands
the wretched, creature called Gollum.
he can not be what I become-
a walking shadow , sad and solemn.

Taking over, gaining speed
but taking time to torture me.
What will be left when it's taken away,
a ghastly figure of grief and hate?

Ghastly ghost of greed and pain!
My saddened eyes can't hide my shame.
I'm weak and tired by desire
I long to drink and quench the fire.

How much longer do I have
until I lose sight of who I am?
My longing laughs as I concede,
to let it have its way with me.

The night grows cold and dawn is near
I find myself amongst the fear.
One more day, one more hour
I rise to carry the Ring of Power.