Huh. Well, hooray for closest, then. 
Here you go.
Armies march at my command,
Yet I speak in no tongue of Man,
I shiver, though not from fear,
Though I carry it to those who hear,
Grond I command, and orcish host,
Hear my voice sounding Deep, and know you are lost.
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This is my quest, to follow that star; no matter how hopeless, no matter how far. To fight for the right, without question or pause. To be willing to march into Hell for a Heavenly cause! -Man of La Mancha
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