The warriors of a noble race
Had fought upon those fields
To slay the evil Mordor lord
And stop the ring he wields
In ages past the battle raged
Upon the ashen plain
To save the world of middle earth
From Sauron’s evil reign
And on that Mount of Doom there stood
As gallant as them all
Two hobbits tired among the cracks
Of only stature small
For through the trials of pain and strife
The heroes of the age
Would end the curse of Barad-dur
And wipe it from the stage
Remembered still they are today
For on their journey long
They help us to remind ourselves
That good can topple strong