In Mordor - Hobbit

Three rings for the Elven Kings, underneath the sky

Seven for the Dwarf Lords in their castled halls of stone

Nine for mortal men doomed to die, one is for the Lord.

In Mordor death is the cry

In Mordor no one can see the sun

Where the darkest shadows lie.

Rank and file they toil beneath the one who seeks the ring

Night has overcome the light, the orcs begin to sing

It’s for this land we draw the sword as a slave.

Oh where is the sun?

The ground is cold beneath my pathway.

Until the end, upon us all this scar will surely stay.

In Mordor.

.. In Mordor