The southern end of the Misty Mountains   Waters of Entwash and Limlight   There it stands, the mighty wood of great age   Hiding secrets from the early years   Once so green and great that it reached    All over the Eriador   Huge tracts of lost lands   Beleriand covered by this great vast forest      Creatures hiding in the deepest shadows   Keeping the darkest ones away   Great guardians, fathers of woods   Defending their ancient pride   Long ago they wandered the land   Nowadays there's left only a few   Others crushed by the armies of unlight      In Fangorn there lives the eldest one   The eldest of the ents   This forest named after him   Fangorn, Treebeard      The guardian of his lands   The oldest being in Arda   So much evil he has seen   So much shadows in his dreams   With his heart full of grief   He trusts and still believes   To his kingdom so serene   For his entlings and him      Hear me my fellow ents   It's time to march into the battle   The evil has raped our lands too much   So many brothers gone by the darkness      Every orc under the banner of the hand   Will be crushed by our hate and anger   Every Uruk who stands against our power   Will be teared apart form his life   The white hand of Saruman   All his glory soon beaten down   All the walls and towers of Isengard   Destroyed by the entish wrath   Die, die uruk-hai!      The war is over and all is silent   Ravens fly to Isengard   Tall creatures with the shape of a tree   Marching north with victory   Their work is now finished   Ents have crushed their enemy   Dead uruk's every where   Reign of Saruman gone for good