Comments: Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky, Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone, Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die, One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie. One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them In the Land of Mordor where Shadows lie.
Once great kings of Men, the Nazgul were corrupted by the magic rings given to them by Sauron the Dark Lord. They became formless creatures, frightening specters, slaves to the will of the Dark Lord who sent them out as agents of his will to scour the lands of Middle-earth for the One Ring. To most they appeared as black-robed figures on horseback, projecting about themselves an overwhelming aura of fear. Frodo, however, saw the Ringwraiths in their true form when he placed the One Ring on his finger at Weathertop. They appeared to him as wretched husks of their former selves, tall and thin, drawn and sapped of their mortality till all that remained were pale, twisted masks of the will of Sauron.
