Together, my lord Sauron, we shall rule this Middle-earth. The old world will burn in the fires of industry. Forests will fall. A new order will rise. We will drive the machine of war with the sword and the spear and the iron fist of the orc. Saruman, the two towers
You do not know pain, you do not know fear. You will taste man-flesh! Saruman, the fellowship of the ring
All the uruks have a white hand on them
Isengard's marching band
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