The first Great Eye (A Lord of the Rings Rewrite)

To the Tune of "The First Noël", Epic Fantasy Ballad, Minor Key Choral, Orchestral Christmas Carol, Celtic Folk Instruments, Film Score, Deep Bass Voices, Low Male Choir, Irish Whistle, Large Drum Percussion (slow beat), Sweeping String Section (Cellos and Violas), Dark and Resonant Organ Chords, Ominous, Foreboding, Grand, Melancholy, Heroic but Somber

The first Great Eye, the watchers say, Did cast its gloom on Middle-earth one day; Across the wastes of Mordor dread, No silver light, but crimson fear instead. Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël, Born from the fires of Mount Doom's fell. They looked up and saw no Star, But a shadow stretching near and far; The Eye of Sauron, lidless, bright, Did burn and gaze throughout the night. Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël, Born from the fires of Mount Doom's fell. The Ring of Power, round and gold, The Dark Lord's will, a tale untold; It came to pass, by wicked chance, To master Humans, Elves, and Hobbits' dance. Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël, Born from the fires of Mount Doom's fell. The three companions, wise and bold, Did heed the warnings long foretold; Gandalf the Grey, with staff in hand, And Legolas, the fairest of his band, And Gimli, Dwarf of sturdy heart, Set out to play a desperate part. Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël, Born from the fires of Mount Doom's fell. They travelled far across the West, To put the ancient curse to rest; To find the crack where fire did gleam, And cast the Ring into the endless stream. Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël, Born from the fires of Mount Doom's fell.

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