Aiya Earendil Elenion Ancalima!
Not idly do the leaves of Lorien fall
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.
Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters.
Still round the corner there may wait, A new road or a secret gate.
For so sworn good or evil an oath may not be broken and it shall pursue oathkeeper and oathbreaker to the world's end.