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 may 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 hour 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