| From the south a shadow will rise, | |
| With blackened soul and an evil eye. | |
| He will bring his terror to the land, | |
| Those who oppose shall fall by his hand. | |
| In the land of | |
| Mordor - blackest of all, | |
| He sits on his throne in his darkest hall. | |
| There he will plot against the | |
| North, His orcs and demons will issue forth. | |
| Sauron, Sauron, darkest of all, | |
| The nine are abroad, you can hear them call. | |
| Sauron, Sauron, the war you will win, | |
| When you have reclaimed the ruling ring. | |
| With Balrog tall and orc so small, | |
| This army will make his enemies fall. | |
| The hated | |
| Northeners are coming soon, | |
| He bides his time, he sees their doom. | |
| His ring is lost but not for long, | |
| He knows the shire, this land of song. | |
| The ring is there he sees it clear, | |
| Soon to be his to rule in fear. | |
| Sauron, Sauron, darkest of all, | |
| The nine are abroad, you can hear them call. | |
| Sauron, Sauron, the war you will win, | |
| When you have reclaimed the ruling ring |