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1) Saruman's Elite (War March of the Uruk-Hai) (melodija: Oda radosti)
Balrogs, Goblins, Trolls and Mewlips, creepy things
from Khazad-D^um,
Crush the lilies and the tulips, dig up corpses from
the tombs.
Slimy spiders, Shelob's daughters, spin your webs
across the plain,
And we'll march o to the slaughter through the cold
torrential rain.
Uruk-Hai, we'll march remorseless, kill the riders in
the elds,
Slay the men and rape the horses, blunt the swords
and smash the shields.
Then to Orthanc back we'll wander, feast on horse
and hobbit meat,
Tear Theoden's troops asunder, `cause we're Saruman's
elite.
2) The Battle Hymn of Mordor (melodija - When Johnny comes Marching Home)
Goblins, orcs and trolls we are, hoorah, hoorah
No end of us the World can see, hoorah, hoorah
We slay, we kill, that's our goodwill
No matter how cruel, it's all a thrill
We kill, kill, kill, kill, we are the Dark Lord's host.
From Mordor we are coming back, hoorah, hoorah
To burn, destroy, to slay, and sack, hoorah, hoorah
We butcher and cut, we rip your guts
We rape your daughters and burn your huts
We kill, kill, kill, kill, we are the Dark Lord's host.
The land of Rohan we will raze, hoorah, hoorah
Their stable homes we'll set ablaze, hoorah, hoorah
We slay of course both man and horse
We've yet to learn the word remorse
We kill, kill, kill, kill, we are the Dark Lord's host.
The dwarves will dance and do a skip, hoorah, hoorah
Before the Balrog's slashing whip, hoorah, hoorah
A merry day, the balrog will flay
Every beard and limb away
We kill, kill, kill, kill, we are the Dark Lord's host.
Lorien fairest forest is, hoorah, hoorah
We burn it all, it is amiss, hoorah, hoorah
We slay the elves, amuse ourselves, hoorah, hoorah
They'll nd no maid among themselves
We kill, kill, kill, kill, we are the Dark Lord's host.
Come here my hobbit, do not flee, hoorah, hoorah
Come back, come back, come play with me, hoorah, hoorah
The hobbits char in fresh hot tar, hoorah, hoorah
The cooking smell will spread afar
We kill, kill, kill, kill, we are the Dark Lord's host.
The wizards try to us repel, hoorah, hoorah
We kill, we send them down to hell, hoorah, hoorah
We win the west, we are the best
We kill you all with jolly zest
We kill, kill, kill, kill, we are the Dark Lord's host.
The king of Gondor soon will die, hoorah, hoorah
When his home in cinders lie, hoorah, hoorah
The World is won, the West is gone
All the bloody creation undone
We kill, kill, kill, kill, we are the Dark Lord's host.