Letra de Rallying point

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