I have lost my precious and I am bound to find it if I can I will never be the same When Smeagol was my name. He's the thief that took this thing And I have told them Baggins has my ring When the eye is glowing red there's a whisper in my head(it's mine) (Theif Bagginses, we hates it forever!) In the night when darkness falls - that's my time And forever precious calls - from Anduin I will face the mountain fire I will crawl from Mordor to the Shire Bleed until this leech is dead, no more whispers in our head We have lived a thousand years - cause we are two We exist within your fears - I'll find you (That nasty hobbitses, don't you give it to him He hurts us, not him Through Cirith Ungul we will go, she will helps us Yes, yes, get precious back)