Goehte: Der Ring der Energie (The Ring of Power)

Who rides so late through night and gloom?
It's three hobbits, in search of Mt. Doom
One holds the One Ring tight in his arms
He clasps it snugly to keep it from harm.

"Frodo, why hide you your face with such fear?"
"Can't you see the Nazgul, Sam? Merry? They're near!
The nine riding Nazgul with swords and black hoods!"
"Frodo, it's just shadows deep in the woods."

'Come back! Come back! To Mordor we'll take you.
Wherever you run, we shall follow too;
You've something of Saurons and he wants it back,
So give us the One Ring or we shall attack.'

"Aragorn, Aragorn and can you not hear
the Nazgul, whose threats fill me with such fear?"
"Calm down, Frodo. Wounds have made you not well.
I hear only the wind as we near Rivendell."

'Give back my preciousss, it belongs to me
It was stolen by another Hobbit, you see.
This journey is madness, it's only a ring.
Instead, just destroy that glowing sword, Sting.'

"Samwise, Samwise can you not see,
the visage of Gollum, who stands before me?"
"My Frodo, my Frodo, I see it just fine.
It's not Gollum, but a forest of pine."

'I want you, your cleverness charms me, of course.
If you'll not relent, then I'll take it by force."
"Boromir, Boromir, you're hurting my arm.
I must slip on the ring to vanish from harm."

The fellowship struggles, they come with great speed,
The horn of Gondor sounded and they must take heed.
They rush to their fallen companion with dread,-
The stuart of Gondor, Boromir, was dead.