Now the land can claim no king
Nine ride forth to gain the ring
Something's Coming, Something's near!
Something's Coming, Cloaked in fear!
Something's Coming, Something's here!
Swords are drawn, armies march
But freedom reigns again ...
In the end!

Heir of Elendil
Now your time is here
Son of Arathorn
Take away our fear!

Something's coming in the night
Something dark and cold
Searching for the bane of men
A shiny ring of gold!