The burden so heavy
the way is long,
through swamps, rocky land, forests far,
about ways, ready in front of you
to record your steps
to carry you and guide you.
Nobody will deny your courage.

There is no wage to be found
there in the land where the shadows loom.
Darkness beyond the sea
and the enemy's army floods in black.
From Barad major through Gorgoroth,
Morannon Pass,
Osgiliath,
the gray tide rushes in
from Mordor across the ford.

You carry the burden of the whole world.
The power that keeps us alive
dwindles -
like the elven people ...
Hope goes
it leads your way
you to doom mountain and fire,
to the land of orcs and monsters,
into the land of the ground, without light,
you do not know if you will return.

You're so tired it's too hard
but tears don't change it anymore
you carry the one
The one that came
and all the people submit.
It would be so easy, would be so easy
give up and maybe
just close your eyesto close them from the world,
so that you never have to wake up again.

But when your suffering forces you down
and wrest your last courage,
remember:
You're not alone.
A friend is with you, always will be.
The light of Eärendil is with you
my little hobbit, it lives in you!
You have the strength
you will find her,
to overcome all the horror.

And in the end the light wins
Mordor's shadow cannot be seen
never again in all the times to come
which still life will prepare
the land of Middle-earth, very close to us,
closer than us is aware.

And so everyone wears their ring.

Each and in his own way
goes on a long journey.
There is hard work to be done
but will never bring us down
this burden, in the end
nothing but a passing thing -
like the ring
the one ring,
who once passed away from us.

A.C.S.