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The two great towers, Carchost and Narchost

Built by the losts, the men of Gondor

Guarding the entrance to the Black Lands

the vigilance of men failed, failed to withstand



The race of men, who let the darkness

That crept right back into Mordor

The Dark lord reinforced the towers

A Black gate between them is born

No one could pass the gates

without feeling the grip of Sauron

Unless summoned by him

The master of the one ring.



Lurking in the dephts of the earth

Orcs, vile creatures, soon to be unearhted

Thousands, waiting for the words to be shouted

to move forward, like ants gathering for war

to the sound of mighty horns and Drums of Barad-dûr

The Great War has begun!

Orcs, men and elves, all bowing before death

All joined by their blood, dripping on the ground

Nourishing the power within the mountain

And the master ring, to bind them all into darkness.



The two great towers, Carchost and Narchost

Built by the men of Gondor, built by the losts

Guarding the entrance to the Black Lands

the vigilance of men failed to withstand



Orcs, men and elves, all bowing before death

All joined by their blood, dripping on the ground

Nourishing the power within the mountain

And the master ring, to bind them all into darkness.

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