To Isengard!

 

To Isengard!

Though Isengard be ringed

and barred with doors of stone;

Though Isengard by strong and hard,

as cold as stone and bare as bone,

We go, we go, we go to war,

to hew the stone and break the door;

For bole and bough are burning now,

the furnace roars - we go to war!

To land of gloom with tramp of doom,

with roll of drum, we come, we come;

To Isengard with doom we come!

With doom we come, with doom we come!

 

~As sung by the Ents (The Two Towers - Book 3, Ch. 4 "Treebeard")

 

 

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