Nine rings, nine rings, made for the race of men 
Nine rings, nine kings, with one more, there'd be ten

They don't really talk; it's more of a screech 
Westron and Southron Sauron never did teach 
And Elvish was far out of their reach

So wraiths hiss a lot and call it black speech

Nine rings, nine rings, made for the race of men 
Nine rings, nine kings, listen to them scream like girls again

Under their robes, they are all bare 
No socks or tunics under there 
If it were you, or me, then people would stare

But they can't be seen, so they don't care

Nine rings, nine rings, made for the race of men 
Nine rings, nine kings, with one more, there'd be ten

If they give chase, better run, pen-neth 
Don't get too close; you'll catch the Black Breath 
But if you're caught and close to death

Just shout the words "Ai, Elbereth!"

Nine rings, nine rings, made for the race of men 
Nine rings, nine kings, listen to them scream like girls again