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A raped land, scarred earth.
Evil creatures crawling in the dirt.
No sunlight has ever touched this place,
that is home to an evil race.

A wind from the east brings us sorrow.
Will we ever see a tomorrow?
Will our battle be in vain?
Will we forever live in pain?

Foul, greenskinned creatures known as orcs
and twisted, evil men more foul than dogs
come marching through the gates of Mordor.
They bring chaos and disrupt the order.

A wind from the east brings us sorrow.
Will we ever see a tomorrow?
Will our battle be in vain?
Will we forever live in pain?

Commanded by the Nazgul from Minas Morgul.
None so vile, dark and hateful.
The army prepares a siege on our city.
In their eyes there's no trace of pity.

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