Yar-hoi!

Yar-harri-hoi, the urge to destroy!

Poison blades and calling out across the open sea

So long

March away singing a fighting song

Off to foriegn soil not to toil

But to war

Doom comes

Sound tha drums

The storm is coming on

We'll be marching off to war

O' ere the break of dawn

Life's fast- drain the flask!

Yhere's n'eary to wonder why

Make the merrier now for tomorrow we all my die

Uruk-hai!

Of wanderlust and out to die

We've tarried long on the banks of poverty now the hour's night

Those who will- come up!

For now we take the final sup

Few defy the Fell Beast

But this hur we dare!

O- We have no place to go

Wanderers of dust and dale

We come to you through hill and vale

On and on - hither we're drawn

Through dusk and dawn

The muster of the Outlands in the distances come on