Wight's Chant

Cold be hand and heart and bone,

and cold be sleep under stone:

never more to wake on stony bed,

never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead.

In the black wind the stars shall die,

and still on gold here let them lie,

till the dark lord lifts his hand

over dead sea and withered land.

~As recited by a Barrow-Wight (The Fellowship of the Ring - Book 1, Ch. 8 "Fog on the Barrow-downs")

Gollum:

Cold be hand and heart and bone,
and cold be travelers far from home.
They do not see what lies ahead,
when Sun has faded and Moon is dead.

~As recited by Gollum (The Two Towers - Scene 14: The Passage of the Marshes)

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