At the Sign of the Prancing Pony
Howard Shore Lyrics

Hey, ho, to the bottle I go
To heal my heart and drown my woe
Rain may fall and wind may blow
But there still be many miles to go

Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain
And stream that falls from hill to plain
Better than rain or rippling brook
Is a mug of beer inside this took
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Victor Jechart

“The power of Isengard is yours to command, Sauron, lord of the earth.”
“_Build me an army worthy of Mordor._”

Victor Jechart

“What news from Mordor, my lord? What does the Eye command?”
“We have work to do.”


This is beautiful

Heorhii Kotsiuruba

Is there a full version of this composition?

Victor Jechart

They were once men. Great kings of men. Then Sauron the Deceiver gave to them nine Rings of Power. Blinded by their greed, they took them without question, one by one, falling into darkness. Now they are slaves to his will. They are the Nazgul. Ringwraiths. Neither living nor dead. At all times they feel the presence of the Ring, drawn to its power. They will never stop hunting you.

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0:23 "I have building supplies!"

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