Three Chips 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 Chip to rule them all, One Chip to find them,
One Chip to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie.
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 Chip to rule them all, One Chip to find them,
One Chip to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie.