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