[Nazgul]
We rode from Minas Morgul, Dark Lord Sauron's Ring to get
We were told "it's in the Shire", but we haven't found it, yet
Now we've picked up on the trail of a band of hobbitses
So we'll go riding on

Glory! Glory! Dark Lord Sauron!
Glory! Glory! Dark Lord Sauron!
Glory! Glory! Dark Lord Sauron!
As we go riding on

We approached their camp at Weathertop, and broke a Morgul blade
But the ranger fought us off, then teamed up with an elven maid
She gave orders to the river, and the river, it obeyed
Now we go floating home

Gurgle, burble, burble, gurgle
Gurgle, burble, gurgle, burble
Gurgle, burble, burble, gurgle
As we go floating home


[Orcs & Uruk-Hai]
We shall march beneath the banner of the mighty Saruman
He has sent us forth to carry out his heinous, evil plan
Now we're headed off to Rohan to destroy the race of man
So we go marching on

Gory, gory death to Rohan!
Gory, gory death to Rohan!
Gory, gory death to Rohan!
As we go marching on

They escaped into their fortress and their elven friends arrived
We were gonna blow it up with powder Saruman supplied
But they called upon the Rohirrim, now most of us have died
We won't go marching on

Orc and Uruk-Hai limbs scattered
Orc and Uruk-Hai limbs scattered
Orc and Uruk-Hai limbs scattered
We won't go marching on


[Corsairs of Umbar]
We had thought we'd head for Pelennor, so mighty ships we'd board
But then Aragorn showed up with his almighty spectral horde
So we died to pangs of terror, not the clashing of a sword
We won't go sailing on

Scary, spooky ghostly army
Scary, spooky ghostly army
Scary, spooky ghostly army
We won't go sailing on