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  Can't fade away  Can't dream away    Someday the geat king will return  Look in his eyes you'll see them burn  And by his wisdom you will learn  Someday the great king will return    The day is behind the night ahead  And there are many paths to tread  A deadly sword a healing hand  He will return into his land