They were human once, it is said. Now they torture the living and abandon their dead. Like their predecessors of the same name, killing is their pleasure and destruction their game.
Their Dark Lord sits upon his throne in Sochi, where his mind dwells alone. To unite all, under his dark reign, as subjects, or slaves—to Him, all the same. No longer in Thangorodrim does He dwell. He rules now from Moscow, and seeks an Empire of Hell.
Hell is created by the ORCS whom he orders. Their blood lust to be sated far beyond Russia’s borders. Destruction they rain from the skies above on people who flee from all that they love.
They were human once, and perhaps even Him. Now they are beyond the world’s Creation and we call on Varda to vanquish him.
The Shadow always takes another form and rises again.