A throne in the impregnable fastness of the mighty tower
Sauron reigns as the Dark lord forever
Leading a vast conquest in middle earth
And glorifying destruction as his armies come forth
In the cracks of doom
Within the fires of Orodruin
In the infernal womb
fear and suffering reigns within
Where The one rings were forged
The ring to rule them all
Its power once was ultimate
And things that were not supposed to be lost were forgoten
Overthrown,
as a shapeless spirit he hid
In the ruins of Dol Guldur
he regained his strengths
After being shut down
for what he did
Gathering creatures such as orcs, trolls, wargs
and the Nazgûls
He returned, In the fastness of Barad-dûr
And became once again the one and only threat in the hearts of all
Him, the one, and their hate
Pouring their darkness and fear
Into war, industry and armament
Thousands of feet pounding the ground
Hundreds of villages burning in the name of their glory
Its a strange thing we feel so much fear and doubt over such a little thing
Bounded by the survival of the ring
they were one...
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