A minion of the dark lands I am and a minion I remain,
Through the toils of battle and of war I will endure the pain,
Till one day on the field of battle I will fall upon the plain,
And on the plain I will lie hopping not to die,
Thinking that I will not survive to fight for Mordor again,
And through it all a minion I am and a minion I remain.
The years later, in a grave, dark and dreary I lie,
Till it is time for me to rise, and mortals time to die,
Till it is time for me to live and fight for Mordor again,
Brought back from the dead by the Dark Lord himself, no longer will I fill Pain,
And through it all a minion I am, and a minion I remain.
I will be part of an army, made to fight again,
Returned to life by Lord Sauron, I will never again have to die,
And I will go with the Mordor army, led by the riders in the sky,
We will charge into battle silent as death, never to utter a cry,
And through it all a minion I am and a minion I remain.
Till the day that evil wins and all the good peoples die,
And ages after Mordor will stand alone, as time goes flashing by,
The whole world will lie in shadow, under Sauron watchful eye,
Then never again will I fight for the world will be purged of the vain,
And through it all a minion I am, an a minion I remain.