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Walls of Isengard
Face the northern winds
Carved black pillars
Rising high up to the sky
Arcane relic
Crowned by the four peaks
Feels the auturnn breeze
From the fields of steeds
Orthanc, The Cunning Mind
Great Fang,
Face the northern winds
Carved black pillars
Rising high up to the sky
Arcane relic
Crowned by the four peaks
Feels the auturnn breeze
From the fields of steeds
Orthanc, The Cunning Mind
Great Fang,