Yar YarPoison blades and calling out across the open sea So long
March away singing a fighting song But to war Off to foriegn soil not to toil Doom comes
Sound tha drums The storm is coming on
We'll be marching off to war O' ere the break of dawn Life's fast
Yhere's n'eary to wonder why Make the merrier now for tomorrow we all may die Uruk
Of wanderlust and out to die
We've tarried long on the banks of poverty now the hour's night Those who will
For now we take the final sup
Few defy the Fell Beast But this hour we dare! O
Wanderers of dust and dale
We come to you through hill and vale On and on Through dusk and dawn The muster of the Outlands in the distances come on.
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