Orc Song #3


The King enthroned
In his Golden Hall
Dreaming dreams while we
Roll up the map
Of his lost kingdom.

On our spears victory
On our scimitars death
To defeated Men.
How can we sin
Who have no souls?

So bar your gates
and guard your keep
And man your fortress walls.
We are the Age of Blood
Washing over you.

- Varda