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