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White Hand branded into flesh
Forging pits where mercy dies
Isengard breathes smoke and death
Saruman's will behind my eyes
Horn cries split the forest air
Ammen hen bleeds beneath the trees
Men fall screaming, shields shattered bare
While Halflings crawl to broken knees
Not for rings, not for gold
Orders carved in iron law
Bring them living, run them cold
The White Hand wants them raw
Run, little kings of smaller men!
Your feet will bleed, your hope will rot
I am Uglúk, the hunt begins
Isengard forgets you not
No sleep, no mercy, no release
Whipping time into your bones
You breathe because I say you breathe
Until the White Hand claims his own!
Black Uruks, bred for speed
Steel and hatred in our stride
Mordor's cursed slink, starved and mean
Snapping close at either side
Grishnakh whispers of the Ring
Yellow eyes and forked desire
I hear only Saruman sing
And break his neck in white-hot fire
No bargaining, no Eastern lies
This flesh is not for Sauron's chains
I split his skull beneath the sky
And drive us onward through the plains
Run, little kings of smaller men!
The sun itself will fear our pace
I am Uglúk, blade and command
Iron law, no room for grace
Cry for woods, cry for stone
Cry for help that will not come
Every step you owe me now
Till Isengard beats like a drum
Rohan wakes, thunder of hooves
Dawn-cut sharp across the field
Spears like frost, eyes burning true
Men who do not break or yield
The Halflings slip to Fang and Root
Into shadows, bark and dread
While riders circle, blades salute
And Uruk blood is freely shed
Stand and fight, no feud, no plea!
White Hand raised against the sun