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 tom
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