I was a king, for a while
With my new ring, I could smile
And then eight other kings
Tried on their brand-new rings
That we'd been given by a mage
But of what was to be
We couldn't see we'd not be dying.

Then our new boss went and lost
The ring that rules all the rest
And, though he'd lost the war,
This loss hurt even more
But he knew how to take a jest
But I'm still keeping faith,
Though just a wraith ...

And now I'm flying over you
Flying over you
The One Ring, though it's gone,
Still draws my brothers on
And we're flying

Now, in the West, towards the Shire
We feel a Call like distant fire
And when we start to laugh,
Well, that jerk, Gandalf,
Gets it out under the wire
And, while we sniff the woods,
He's got the goods, and we're flying.

And so we searched
Through the nights
And we've seen lots of sights
Then one night, before morn
We found Aragorn
And the Ring was on his kid
And though he's turning grey,
He got away...

So now we're flying over you
Flying over you
I can't pretend
You'll have a happy end
Because we're flying
Flying ... flying ... flying
We're just flying
Flying
O-ver you...

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