TWENTY RINGS by Raven (Jon Lennart Beck) Tune: Sixteen Tons, Merle Travis. Some Elves say an Orc is made outa Men A poor Orc's made outa unholy Zen... Mud an' black blood an' skin an' bone A mind that's mean an' two arms that's long chorus: You load twenny rings an' whaddya see? Another age older an' deep misery Mr. Mandos doncha call us 'cause we can't go We owe our soul to the Barad-dûr sto' If ya spy us a-comin' ya better step aside Elves an' Men didn' an' Elves an' Men died With swords of iron an' spears of steel If the one don' getcha then the other one will. (chorus) We was born one mornin' when the light was bloody far Picked up our blades an' we went to the war Cut off sixteen heads for number nine ring An' the Witch-King said, "Well, go fer it agin!" (chorus) We was born one morning in the chokin' dark Fightin' an' trouble are our goal and our mark We was raised in the pits below unholy ground Ain't no high-tone tark gonna push us around. (chorus)