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I am The Bright Lord of Mordor.
The silver hand that drives back the darkness,
Reaching through the fog of night,
To avenge those long betrayed.
Arise from fields of death,
And march forth from the shadow,
Through the purifying flames of war,
You who were once eldar shall be reforged.
Beneath my hammer,
The Bringer of Gifts, the Betrayer shall be un-made,
I renounce the Blessed Realm.
To redeem the Land of Shadow.
And bind the walls of Arda,
In place of the Dark Lord,
You shall have light undiminished,
All shall fear me and rejoice.