He was the choosen one
Old and grey
He had lived forever
They had to go from the northerns lands
Through war and rage
He had to break the spell
Blinded by the light
The sun was down the grey man came
With stories from the past
A ring was made in dragon flame
The wizard came at last
The dawning came from withered lands
Beyond the early spring
A broken sword in his hand
The crownless will be king
The world is dark in mountains old
In caverns made of stone
The light of sun is black and cold
No shadow stands alone
In elven halls the prophet spoke
"The black skies shall turn grey"
A silver stream and wisdom woke
"The morning will be day"
Guardians
We are the guardians of Isengard
Guardians of Isengard
The world was young
The mountains tall
In elder days
Before the fall
The winds were warm
Beneath the sky
If his kingdom will come
A dreaming eye
