The bearer of the Ring
The wearer of the Ring
Stands on the very brink of day
Staring into eyes of darkness and despair
That rise and shrink with hate.

[Samwise, now the bearer of the Ring:
Oh, I can feel you change as we draw near the great furnaces where in the depths of time you were shaped and formed.]

The bearer of the Ring
The wearer of the Ring
He hears a voice compelling him
Filling him with thoughts
That echo in his mind
It should be telling him:

Beware the power is a power never known.
Beware the power that would simple thou enthrone.
Beware Oh bearer of the Ring
The final power has yet to be shown.

The bearer of the Ring
The wearer of the Ring
Through voices tempting to resist
Must recall the quest to end this darkest age
That mortal death has been.

The bearer of the Ring
The wearer of the Ring
Beware who has the Ring.

[Samwise who, as the "bearer of the Ring" and having been almost taken in by the Ring's deceptions, says:
"What brought me back...?"
"Plain hobbit sense.
One small garden of a free gardener
Is all my need and you.
My own hands to use,
Not the hands of others to command."]