Music:
Member Since: 12/26/2007
Band Members: Orkus (vocals)
Wolfgun (guitars & synths)
Hombre Pajaro (bass)
Boomzen-Boomzen (drums)
Influences:
It’s hard to rise but it’s harder to be worthy of being raised!


There are no strangers in this land... Everyone is equal and homeless here, like light and darkness.


Mordor - the last keeper and guard.

Evil ghosts rot in slimy and malodorous pits, they are kept chained under the control of the
Dark Warriors of Mordor. While they are here - in the dungeons of the Eternal Land - they are faceless and hollow. But these creatures are cunning. Escapes are inevitable. Those who broke out from Mordor’s torture chambers are dangerous like a pack of mad hungry hyenas... When they are on the loose the Apocalypse is near! It is right behind you... Death and destruction, blood and impudence...

Don’t be afraid of darkness! It is beautiful as such. There is no light
without it, as there’s no darkness without light. The darkness which
pretends to be light is dangerous! The dirt, which poses itself as purity!
Lie and betrayal are snake’s bites of bloodthirsty beasts... an attempt to hide from the All-Seeing Eye, they find shelter in human bodies. Syphilitics Hitler and Lenin. Vampires Stalin and Pol Pot. Who is next?
To find fugitives at all times
Mordor sends its elite - ruthless
Riders. Creatures don’t die themselves, that’s why
Riders, with no fatigue and mercy, find escaped prisoners and drag them with iron hooks over the tormented land back to the dungeons where they will rot till the end of the world.


Riders of Mordor - keepers of a great weapon. A magic code is hidden in their message - music which shakes your soul with an anvil of industrial metal, and clouds your mind with a mix of bewitching trance. No one in this land has ever played such explosive music before. Violent dance metal will blow your body and brain and burst into your mind like electricity. Strain your ears to hear the lyrics and icy riffs of
“Mordorâ€, and you will understand why rebellious ghosts writhe in pain, and spirits of light try to get back again and again into the dark and fabulous world of music -
“Mordorâ€.. Four Riders, four Hunters -
Orcus,
Wolfgun,
Hombre Pajaro and

Boomzen-Boomzen.They have existed forever, hiding themselves among jungles
of dark ice.... They were exploring our world with interest and amazement.
But the cup is full and the sky is as sinister as ever!
From ancient tales, from nightmares -
“Mordor†marches off. Hard riffs and rude truth. A knot of snakes hisses and lures to the dreamy world of
“Glamourâ€. The world of gloss and emptiness. The world of “cocaine skeletonsâ€, illusive flights and deep falls. One wrong step - and you are -
“At the bottomâ€. You will learn true freedom here. Take off your watch – you don’t need it to measure time. Through vaults and tunnels you will find yourself in the land of empty eyes, at the disco party by

“D.J.Voorda†– a pale vampire, which plays his set on your vein. Colored poisons and biting thorns. Grey morning and everlasting - 

“Fearâ€. Don’t look round in vain!!! Listen to the heavy rhythm of steps behind your back and try to overcome the horror. The fear is inside you! But -
“Hombre Pajaro†- has no fear. A mysterious monster, a bird and a man, an ancient Mexican legend. With the sounds of Latin guitar, turning into wild punk, on his solver wings he flies over the desert. But lots of people won’t understand all the happiness of the flight - they are - 

“Superstars†- far and cold. Covered with diamond dust. Those who lost their orientation, beautiful but funny, they keep on visiting endless parties, but they don’t suspect that the severe dance of death will soon wash away their cheep shine. To punish them comes -
“Killer-fitnessâ€. Your life is dangerous. Train your body but don’t touch your brain. Diabolic chariot gives you a blind hope of a “haute couture deathâ€. And they can’t stop, just like a -
“Machinistâ€. He lives far from crowded parties, rhythms of Mordor and the rattle of wheels surround him. His bitter tear is our blood. Demons burn in his furnaces. His last station is emptiness.
“Hologram of emptiness†- new life, a beautiful and gloomy ballad, shining with lights that don’t exist. Love like a fairy-tale... Belief like hope... Where are you? Don’t crawl away... To the world of -
“Beasts†- a message to those who spoil the land and stain their souls. Your world is a constellation of black holes. Listen and
get ready to meet the flaming hell!

The imperious hand of
“Mordor†will find everyone and forgive nobody. Accept the inevitable - this
Retributive Rock!!!
Record Label: Nuclear Gramophones
Type of Label: None