Текст песни Trolling Stones - Урукхаи

Once in the spring in early May.
The humorous noise, slush, grace.
Drove mordor uruk-khai
We drove somewhere to die.

And around a long time nazgul
Black terrible Nazguli
And the fear of the fire spoiled
And with Mordor mold pulled

And Goblinka cried-sobbed,
Conducting a gloomy rhe.
Drove mordor uruk-khai
We drove to die.