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 & in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
Tretal Ringer nemlig den Elven - konge ind under den himmel , Syv nemlig den Dværg lords i deres hal i sten , Ni nemlig Dødelig Mandskab doomed hen til omkomme , Sig nemlig den Mørk Lord oven på hans mørk trone I den Lande i Mordor der hvor den Skygger ligge. Sig Ring hen til liniere allesammen , Sig Ring hen til hitte sig , Sig Ring hen til overbringe allesammen & i den mørke indbinde sig I den Lande i Mordor der hvor den Skygger ligge.
Three Calling that is to say the Elven king under the sky , Seven that is to say the Dwarf lords to their hall to brick , Nine that is to say Mortal Crew doomed to perish , Themselves that is to say the Dark Lord after his dark throne TO the The land to Murder where the Shadows come. Themselves Tire to rule all of them , Themselves Tire to find themselves , Themselves Tire to bring all of them & to the dark bind themselves TO the The land to Murder where the Shadows come.
