Mustering of Arms

So shall the Day
Pass unto its Night
As the Sun of Gondor
Beneath the bloodied sea
Sinketh e’er
Out of sight;

Banners of dark Mordor
Shall rise and wave
In unfelt breeze
Triumphant
O’er lands
Which once were free;

And with an echo
Throughout the lands
The Mouth of Sauron
Shall proclaim him king
Whilst Middle Earth falls
On bended knee.

So march ye trolls, ye men and orcs!
Through heated sand and dankest mire,
March ye on to victory
Beneath the flags of darkest might!
Lift your voices in black refrain
As we march to conquer Light!

Hail the Lords of Treachery!
Hail the Kings of Sorcery!
Hail the coming of the Night!
Hail Sauron in all His Might!
March we gladly on to fight!
March we on to conquer Light!