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!