4. The Nazgûl
Author’s note:
Sung by the Witch-king of Angmar; written by Saruman and Glorfindel. Based on “The Boxer,” by Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel.
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I am just a Nazgûl and my story’s rather old
I gave in to dark lord Sauron for a pretty golden ring
Such is avarice. I was a king
Now I live as shapeless nothing and care not for anything.
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm.
When I joined the wraiths in their brotherhood I was slowly getting old
And I feared both death and changes. In the quiet Sauron tempted me and
I gave in. Now I go
Seeking out the Hobbit Frodo to deal him a mortal blow
Whether I’ll achieve this, not even Sauron knows.
Li la li, li la li li li la li, li la li, li la li li li la li la la la la li.
Asking only long-term power
I accepted that gold ring, but now Sauron has it
And I’m slave to his dark will for all eternity. I do declare
Had I known my future was this bad I never would have dared.
La la la la la la la la
Now I’m laying out my robes of black and wishing they were green
Even red, something other than plain black which is exceedingly
(Heed you me) dull to wear.
On the hilltop stands this Nazgûl and I must do Sauron’s will
For he orders my existence
And every breath that I take now
Is threatened if I should fail, but the Ranger bears a flame
So I’m leaving, I am leaving – but the Morgul-blade remains.
Li la li, li la li li li la li, li la li, li la li li li la li la la la la li.
Sung by the Witch-king of Angmar; written by Saruman and Glorfindel. Based on “The Boxer,” by Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel.
*******
I am just a Nazgûl and my story’s rather old
I gave in to dark lord Sauron for a pretty golden ring
Such is avarice. I was a king
Now I live as shapeless nothing and care not for anything.
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm.
When I joined the wraiths in their brotherhood I was slowly getting old
And I feared both death and changes. In the quiet Sauron tempted me and
I gave in. Now I go
Seeking out the Hobbit Frodo to deal him a mortal blow
Whether I’ll achieve this, not even Sauron knows.
Li la li, li la li li li la li, li la li, li la li li li la li la la la la li.
Asking only long-term power
I accepted that gold ring, but now Sauron has it
And I’m slave to his dark will for all eternity. I do declare
Had I known my future was this bad I never would have dared.
La la la la la la la la
Now I’m laying out my robes of black and wishing they were green
Even red, something other than plain black which is exceedingly
(Heed you me) dull to wear.
On the hilltop stands this Nazgûl and I must do Sauron’s will
For he orders my existence
And every breath that I take now
Is threatened if I should fail, but the Ranger bears a flame
So I’m leaving, I am leaving – but the Morgul-blade remains.
Li la li, li la li li li la li, li la li, li la li li li la li la la la la li.
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