Disclaimer: Arda and its creatures are not mine
The Orcs are coming
What stirs at the East?
This night smells of blood and fire.
The Orcs are coming.
Under heavy skies,
Can you see the crawling death?
The Orcs are coming.
Cursed spawn of Mordor!
Death to light, to law, to love!
The Orcs are coming.
Arm your bows, brothers!
The vile spawns of Gorgoroth
Will not have this land!
Author's note:
The line Death to light, to law, to love! belongs to Tolkien.