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One Night in Mordor

Another little Sam and Frodo filk set to the tune of One Night in Bangkok by Murray Head.


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Mordor, orc-infested setting
And Sauron don’t know that the hobbits are getting
The crème de la crème of the rangers and a
Helping hand from that creature Gollum.

Wraiths fly – duck down just a minute.
Don’t you put that Ring on, they can only see you in it.
Plans change – don’t you know that when you
Battle at this level there’s no ordinary venue

It’s Moria
or Lorian
or Emyn Muil – or –
or this place.

One night in Mordor and, the Ring grows restless.
Mount Doom draws closer yet the Eye can’t see.
We face the end upon these barren wastelands
And though we’d rather run I cannot flee
I can feel the One Ring gettin’ a hold of me.

One place is very like another
When you’re over run by Orcs and running for cover.

It’s a stair! It’s a spider! And an orc infested tower
As they draw ever closer to the Dark Lord by the hour.

Whaddya mean you took the Ring just to keep it safe?

Lembas soft and sweet
Elven bread’s all that’s keeping us on our feet.

I’m tired. We’ll rest for just a minute
Though sleeping here has inherit danger in it
Don’t you worry none Frodo, see there’s a bit of sunshine.

One night in Mordor makes the strongest stumble.
Not much between despair and ecstasy.
One night in Mordor and the toughest tumble.
Can’t be too careful with your company.
I can feel the One Ring takin’ over me.

Now Sam will be the only witness
To this ultimate test of the Ring Bearer’s fitness.
But it grips him more now than memories of
the Shire or a Hobbit’s solemn promise.

But thankfully Gollum’s watching the pair – shadowing them –

I don’t see how we will manage
When this location works to the Ring’s advantage
But as I watch, the Ring employs you
And if you don’t throw it in it will destroy you.

I just want to go home, or back to Rivendell, no, the Shire…

One night in Mordor and, the Ring grows restless
Mount Doom draws closer yet the Eye can’t see
We face the end upon these barren wastelands
And though we’d rather run I cannot flee
I can feel the One Ring gettin’ a hold of me.

One night in Mordor makes the strongest stumble
Not much between despair and ecstasy.
One night in Mordor and the toughest tumble.
Can’t be too careful with your company.
I can feel the One Ring takin’ over me.

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