In Mordor's land, where shadows lie,
Orcs weep and wail, their spirits die.
Toiling, serving Sauron's hand,
Trapped in darkness, bleak and grand.

Orcs in chains, they cry and fight,
Lost in shadows, no respite.
Sauron's grip, they can't break free,
Bound in darkness, endlessly.

Twisted forms and gnashing teeth,
Obedience like a sheath.
Whips and chains, their path unfolds,
Forced to do as they are told.

Orcs in chains, they cry and fight,
Lost in shadows, no respite.
Sauron's grip, they can't break free,
Bound in darkness, endlessly.

Yet deep inside, a spark remains,
A faint hope in their bound chains.
Whispers of a life they yearn,
Far from Sauron's cruel discern.

War and blood, they know too well,
Their lives, a never-ending hell.
Serving evil, a dire plight,
Cursed to dwell in endless night.

Orcs in chains, they cry and fight,
Lost in shadows, no respite.
Sauron's grip, they can't break free,
Bound in darkness, endlessly.

In this tale of pain and strife,
Orcs endure their wretched life.
Bound to serve, forever cursed,
In shadows black, they live their worst.
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