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Elempi comes out on stage and stands before the audience, clad simply and his face serious.
"This particular piece was #1 during the Seventh Age, May 7, 1977. It is known as "The Orc Tower Cirith Ungol" and it was performed by the Eagles of Manwë.
It is a little nightmarish, I grant you, but such is most appropriate of "such an evil place". I hope you can appreciate it."
A five man band backs up Elempi: drums, bass, acoustic guitar, and two lead guitars which play lead duet to astounding effect (check it out for real some time; really rather breathtaking).
On a dark Mordor orcway, cold wind in my hair
Foul stench of sulphur, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw poisonous light
The Ring weighed heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to rest for the night
The Watchers stood in the doorway;
I heard their fiendish yell
And I was thinking to myself,
'This could be my death, only one way to tell'
Then I put on the Ring and corpses showed me the way
There were Dead orcs up the stairway,
It was as if they said...
Welcome to the Orc tower Cirith Ungol
Such an evil place (Such an evil place)
Such an evil face
Plenty of room at the Orc tower Cirith Ungol
Any time of year (Any time of year)
You can find death here
'Her mind is full of devouring', said one of the orcish chiefs,
'She got a lot of ugly, ugly orcs she calls meals
How they dance in their cocoons, sweet Spider meat.
We'd best remember, or someday dance to forget'
I called up to my Master,
'I will not say the Day is done!'
They said, 'We haven't had that spirit here since Sauron this tower won'
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...
Welcome to the Orc tower Cirith Ungol
Such an evil place (Such an evil place)
Such an evil face
They killin' each other in the Orc tower Cirith Ungol
What a nice surprise (what a nice suprise)
Evil self-destroys
Darkness in the ceiling,
The blood on knives is nice
And Frodo said, 'They are all just slaves here, of the Dark Lord's malice'
And in the Dark Lord's Tower
Wraiths gather for the feast
They smell it with their sneering sense,
But they just can't find the Ring
Last thing I remember, we were
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place we were before
'It's no use,' said dear Frodo,
'The Ring's taking over my will.
I can wish it gone all I like,
But I can never be free!'
The lead duet guitars finish a superb melody and harmony as the lights go down.
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