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Galadriel55 · 03-03-2012, 05:29 PM

Anthems? Did someone say national anthems?

Ahem!

Hark all to the National Anthem of the Barrow-Downs!

This is how I justify staying up till midnight for the past few days.

Morthoron · 03-06-2012, 09:24 PM

The Mordorion National Anthem (With apologies to Wm. Blake)

Did hobnail boots from Morgul Vale
Walk up the crags to Orodruin;
And was the home of Uruk-hai
In Mordor's ill-fed wrack and ruin!

And did the Dark Lord's dread design
Spew forth upon the countless hordes?
And was Barad-dur builded here
Among the slag heaps of Mordor?

Bring me my bow all ebon' stained;
Bring me my chain mail rusted hard:
Bring me my spear with poison tip!
Bring me my crooked scimitar!

I shall not sleep in Lugbúrz's shade
Until a Tark dies by my sword!
And we rebuild tall Barad-dur
Among the slag heaps of Mordor!

03-03-2012, 05:29 PM	#1
Galadriel55 Blossom of Dwimordene Join Date: Oct 2010 Location: The realm of forgotten words Posts: 10,517	Anthems? Did someone say national anthems? Ahem! Hark all to the National Anthem of the Barrow-Downs! This is how I justify staying up till midnight for the past few days. __________________ You passed from under darkened dome, you enter now the secret land. - Take me to Finrod's fabled home!... ~ Finrod: The Rock Opera

03-06-2012, 09:24 PM	#2
Morthoron Curmudgeonly Wordwraith Join Date: Jun 2007 Location: Ensconced in curmudgeonly pursuits Posts: 2,515	The Mordorion National Anthem (With apologies to Wm. Blake) Did hobnail boots from Morgul Vale Walk up the crags to Orodruin; And was the home of Uruk-hai In Mordor's ill-fed wrack and ruin! And did the Dark Lord's dread design Spew forth upon the countless hordes? And was Barad-dur builded here Among the slag heaps of Mordor? Bring me my bow all ebon' stained; Bring me my chain mail rusted hard: Bring me my spear with poison tip! Bring me my crooked scimitar! I shall not sleep in Lugbúrz's shade Until a Tark dies by my sword! And we rebuild tall Barad-dur Among the slag heaps of Mordor! __________________ And your little sister's immaculate virginity wings away on the bony shoulders of a young horse named George who stole surreptitiously into her geography revision.