In Mordor, some random orc doesn’t feel important so the Witch-king tries to cheer him up
in song…

Witch-king: A single leaf on a Mallorn tree
Though like Mithril it does shine,
You could never see its purpose
In the pattern of Melkor’s design.
And the pike that sits on the very top
Of Barad-dur’s mighty face
Does it think it’s more important
Then the parts that form the base?
So how can you see what your life is worth,
Or where your value lies?
You can never see through the eyes of men, (or Elves, or Dwarves, or Hobbits)
You must look at your life,
Look at your life through Sauron’s eyes
Orc Army: Eye-lai-la-lai….
Witch-king joins in: Lai-li-lai…
Witch-king: A lake of mithril in the desert sand
Is less then a oily spring
And to one lost kid, a Dunedan
Is greater then a Gondor king
Aragorn: Hey!
Witch-king: If an orc loses everything he owns
Has he truly lost his worth?
Or is it the beginning
Of a new and brighter birth?
So how do you measure the worth of an orc
By what he kills or cries?
In how much it fought or how much it died?
The answer will come,
The answer will come to him who tries,
To look at his life through Sauron’s eyes
And that’s why we make you go off to war
Cause his Eyeballness said so!
Don’t even think of deserting
Pack up your things and go!
Though you might escape being thrown about
By the wrath of the Dark Lord
And though you’ll never know all the steps
You must learn to join the dance,
You must learn to join the dance!
Some Random Orc: That didn’t ryhme.
Witch-King: What do you expect? I’m an evil leader, not a singer!
Orc Army: Eye-lai-la-lai….
Witch-king joins in: Lai-li-lai…
So how do judge what an orc is worth
By what he kills or cries
You can’t never see with your eyes down here
Look through Saurons eyes
Look at your life
Look at your life through Sauron’s Eyyyyyeeeeeesssss
Some Random Orc: But, doesn’t He only have one eye?