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From the south a shadow will rise, |
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With blackened soul and an evil eye. |
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He will bring his terror to the land, |
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Those who oppose shall fall by his hand. |
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In the land of |
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Mordor - blackest of all, |
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He sits on his throne in his darkest hall. |
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There he will plot against the |
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North, His orcs and demons will issue forth. |
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Sauron, Sauron, darkest of all, |
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The nine are abroad, you can hear them call. |
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Sauron, Sauron, the war you will win, |
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When you have reclaimed the ruling ring. |
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With Balrog tall and orc so small, |
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This army will make his enemies fall. |
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The hated |
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Northeners are coming soon, |
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He bides his time, he sees their doom. |
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His ring is lost but not for long, |
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He knows the shire, this land of song. |
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The ring is there he sees it clear, |
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Soon to be his to rule in fear. |
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Sauron, Sauron, darkest of all, |
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The nine are abroad, you can hear them call. |
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Sauron, Sauron, the war you will win, |
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When you have reclaimed the ruling ring |