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I’m coming to your land

Lord of the Elven smiths

You will be guided by me

I’ll teach you how to forge the rings

Hiding my identity

Blind are your eyes before me

And you’ll call me “my friend”

I am pure evil in disguise

Submission to my will

And darkness falls on all the lands

Obey your Master

I am the Lord of Gifts

We will make sixteen rings

Crafted for men and dwarves

We’ll make this Middle-Earth...

A finer place than Valinor

But now you’ve learned my plans

You have concealed three “stars”

Made for the Elven Kings

To protect from evil in disguise

Submission to my will

And darkness falls on all the lands

Obey your Master

I am the Lord of Gifts

I’m coming to your land

Obey your Master

... of gifts