The Samwise Paradox Video (MV)

Is your heart pulling you to adventure
My dear Frodo
You'd be a fool to listen
Evil whispers and broken promises
Is the only tongue that rings speaks
I wish I had just left it alone
Left sleeping beasts be
Now I haven't dreamt in weeks
Of anything but a power
That can make this whole Shire feel bleak
On that ring sits a dragon
And it prowls the halls of Bag's End
Feasting on my peace
I guess when you dance such delicate circles
Around big, meaningful things
You'll find it calls to you in your dreams
You'll find you're missing sleep
I only see a blinding dawn full of darkness
Now rising, in the East
Come and take it from my cold, almost dead hands
And tread a path up a slope known only as Doom
Take only friends that you're willing to lose
Because when destiny comes singing
O, you better put the kettle on
It's the glint in your eyes that tells me
You're looking far off beyond the sunrise
As you say the hardest part of carrying Isildur's Bane
Is the growing weight
Of every body left in your wake
Rather sooner than I would like to admit
I'm getting pretty used to wearing it
Slipping it on at Bombadil's
During a rant on the queer way of beavers
Or while escaping from Boromir
And his power hungry whispers
And I find myself addicted to the flow
As this journey unfolds
Just tryna keep in control of some real firepower
As I drag it back to its final resting home
Come and take it from my cold, almost dead hands
And tread a path up a slope known only as Doom
Take only friends that you're willing to lose
Because when destiny comes singing
O, you better put the kettle on
It's the glint in your eyes that tells me
You're looking far off beyond the sunrise
As you say the hardest part of carrying Isildur's Bane
Is the growing weight
Of every body left in your wake
There is nothing
No veil between
My waking eyes
Now only see fire
There is nothing
No veil between
My waking eyes
Now only see fire
There is nothing
No veil between
My waking eyes
Now only see fire
And I don't care if it kills me
I can't carry that ring
But I'll carry your body
And I'll throw us both in if I have to
I hate that I lost my friend
I hate that I lost all sense
Of what's really worth dying for in the end
When you're riding dark coattails
You can second breakfast the plans of men
O take me back to The Shire
Take me back to Bag's End
Come and take it from my cold, almost dead hands
And tread a path up a slope known only as Doom
Take only friends that you're willing to lose
Because when destiny comes singing
O, you better put the kettle on
It's the glint in your eyes that tells me
You're looking far off beyond the sunrise
As you say the hardest part of carrying Isildur's Bane
Is the growing weight
Of every body left in your wake