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Over the hills - far, far away,
hidden once in the darkest cave,
to the ancient gods they pray,
for the secret of this magic place.
Decorated by swords and shields,
iron of axes in the torchlight,
like in heaven on elysian fields,
they found the book of fight.

The Orcs march on for glory
And wardrums tell the story
Of blood and iron in this fight
Of fiery swords and magic might

The ancient secret of this glory sides,
reveals the death of the darkest horde,
the company of the ring decides,
its power against the dark lord,
soon comes pain and suffering,
silence fell on the golden halls,
the last page reveals nothing,
a giant sound shook the walls.

The Orcs march on for glory
And wardrums tell the story
Of blood and iron in this fight
Of fiery swords and magic might

The sound of thousands of drums,
shattered the rocks and the ground,
bestial screams from outside comes,
do the Orcs their hiding-place found?
With the golden ring of eternal might,
and with Gandalf's magic spell,
the company fights the final fight,
in Moria they unleashed hell.

The Orcs march on for glory
And wardrums tell the story
Of blood and iron in this fight
Of fiery swords and magic might

Out of a dark shadow and
in the stormwinds of
the raging battle came forth
a red sword of flames.

The company fights the fight
With power and magic might
And with the burning fireblade
Over the dark lands of shade

A blue flame lights up the night,
a giant clash of breaking metal,
shattered Orcs in the magic fight,
a blinding firewall in this battle.
The company raises the firebalde,
high in the burning northern sky,
far away in the land of shade,
where the dragons forever fly!

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