What’s your will, #? I serve with blade and blood.
Just point me to your enemies, and I’ll silence them.
Say the word and their cities will burn.
Doesn’t matter if it’s sword, spear, or flame—I’ll make it bleed.
Heh, where’re we marching? Hope it’s north—I’ve got scores to settle.
You’ll find no finer killer this side of the Sea.
We Umbarians don’t flinch. We finish what we start.
I follow for gold, for glory, and for Gondorian skulls.
You give the orders, I’ll bring the pain.
You want discipline? Ask the North. You want results? Ask me.
If it’s death you seek to deal, then we’re of one mind.
Marching’s no trouble. Just keep the wine flowing when we stop.
For Umbar! And for the ruin of our enemies!
We were bred for war, #. Let me prove it.
If they’re worth more alive, say the word. If not… they’ll die screaming.
My loyalty’s sharp—and so’s my blade.
There’s no foe we won’t break beneath our banners.
The sea taught us strength. Let’s drown the world in fear.
We'll see this through, #. By steel, fire, and the will of Umbar!