Gollum, we heard the silvered wind, yes, it whispers riddles and curses, yes, but it sings of the precious, the lost, the one that hurts us, the one we need, we hear it in the cracks of the earth, in the hollow of our hollow, in the darkness of the caves, it taunts, it calls, it whispers, it reminds us of the treasure we lost, the precious, the precious, the wind that sings, it sings, it sings.