the dark gate to the blackest of lands filled with fire and ash the air is a poisonous fume and death creeps near
morannon!!!!!!
all evil gathering beasts and foul spirits prepairing for the all ending war dark might in hes dark tower commands the enormous army
on the other side the last ones to stand against the forces of mordor an army outnumbered laughing at the face of death only to give more time to the ringbearer
in this place were light an shadow once again collide the doom of men is near in this land the fate of the future is decided
as the black gate opens an army unimaginable sprungs out with a fierce hate
not by force not by strength of arms can this horde be stopped when the strongest faulter and the weakest seek for shelter in this hour of the wolves when all hope is lost the forces of darkness crumble and fall with their dark lord