For the dawn in Isengard is sunless

For the day in Isengard is black

For the evening storms roar crimson

As the night falls with a fiery sky



When the words are spoken

The shadow rises from his tomb

A majestic shade over the world

As I grant thee the key and the spell is broken



We proudly stand at the gates of paradise

Until the evening storms roar crimson

And the night falls with a fiery sky



Shadows over Isengard