[ WP ] The army of Mordor has been transported to our world at the height of the Roman Empire . Rome has assembled its army and it 's Caesar is about to give his pre-battle speech .

Sonnet Number Twenty-Eight 
 
 Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears: 
 The northerns are uglier than I recall 
 But still will bleed when after all these years 
 I've spent away from war in Roman hall. 
 
 It's lucky chance for me, they came just when 
 My former friends were plotting treason acts, 
 When hellsent messenger, these orcs burst in 
 And foiled plot of murderous attacks. 
 
 We stand before a foreign, ill-trained force, 
 And should lay waste to legions of these orcs 
 With easy murder, justly given, but of course, 
 The hellish beasts deserving no remorse. 
 
 As Caesar sets his sights on Middle-Earth 
 He dreams of conquest, nations giving birth.
