The southern end of the Misty Mountains Waters of Entwash and Limlight There it stands, the mighty wood of great age Hiding secrets from the early years Once so green and great that it reached All over the Eriador Huge tracts of lost lands Beleriand covered by this great vast forest
Creatures hiding in the deepest shadows Keeping the darkest ones away Great guardians, fathers of woods Defending their ancient pride Long ago they wandered the land Nowadays there's left only a few Others crushed by the armies of unlight
In Fangorn there lives the eldest one The eldest of the ents This forest named after him Fangorn, Treebeard
The guardian of his lands The oldest being in Arda So much evil he has seen So much shadows in his dreams With his heart full of grief He trusts and still believes To his kingdom so serene For his entlings and him
Hear me my fellow ents It's time to march into the battle The evil has raped our lands too much So many brothers gone by the darkness
Every orc under the banner of the hand Will be crushed by our hate and anger Every Uruk who stands against our power Will be teared apart form his life The white hand of Saruman All his glory soon beaten down All the walls and towers of Isengard Destroyed by the entish wrath Die, die uruk-hai!
The war is over and all is silent Ravens fly to Isengard Tall creatures with the shape of a tree Marching north with victory Their work is now finished Ents have crushed their enemy Dead uruk's every where Reign of Saruman gone for good