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The old grey Wizard, threw the Ring, into the Fire.

He stopped, and removed it, "pick it up, it's quite cool".

Lines of Fire, form the Letters, of a flowing Script,

Inside and outside, running along the Ring.

This is, the Master Ring

The One-Ring, to rule them all

The Dark Lord, has arisen again

And returned, to his Black Tower

The One Ring, that he lost

So great, his desire

He lacks, the One

At, any cost

The Gold looked fair, pure, plain, smooth, so precious.

One Thing, to give him strength, and break the Last Defence.

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

There's only one way, to stop the Second Darkness

Try to find the Cracks of Doom, and cast the Ring in there.