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