Mordor is ruled by chain and claw
Its rulers’ thoughts are held as law
And anyone who dares protest
Is put on the Assassins’ target list
No resistance will be entertained
The fate of rebels is pre-ordained
To Angmar mines they may be sent
To quarry gold that can be spent
Or if Lady Luck is not their mate
Their head will adorn the Black Gates
So listen, all who would object
It’s not the wisest course to take
Be obedient, follow the orders you get
It’s for your own idiotic sake!