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 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 North,
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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 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
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Sauron
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Cruachan |