Lord of the Rings Three rings for the Elven-kings under the sky, Seven for the dwarf-lords in their halls of stone Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die, One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie. One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them. In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
Aragorn All that is gold does not glitter Not all those who wander are lost The old that is strong does not whither Deep roots are not reached by the frost From the ashes a fire shall be woken A light from the shadows shall spring Renewed shall be the blade that was broken And the crown less again shall be King
Rohan (full version) Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? Where is the helm and the hauberk , and the bright hair flowing? Where is the hand on the harp string, And the red fire glowing? Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing? They have passed like rains on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow; The days have gone down into the west behind the hills into shadow. Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning, Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?