

Gollum's BetrayalGollums BetrayalGollum's Betrayal
The precious begs us, weeping, alone and again we struggle, cry, groan. Foolish hobbitses now retire as we cringe, crouch, creep, conspire to reclaim you as our own.
We serve only your halcyon throne: throughout the land let it be known
that all must bow to Middle Earths sire, the precious.
In Mordor master must atone for treason: precious shant be overthrown! On Crack of Doom sits the hobbitses pyre: your flame, your rage, your creators fire. We shall follow you to the unknown, o