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The Ents' Marching Song
THE ENTS'MARCHING SONG
To Isengard! Though Isengard be ringed and barred with
doors of stone;
Though Isengard be strong and hard, as cold as stone and
bare as bane,
We go, we go, we go to war, to hew the stone and break the
door;
For bole and bough are burning now, the furnace roars - we
go to war!
To land of gloom with tramp of doom, with roll of drum, we
come, we come;
To Isengard with doom we come!
With doom we come, with doom we come!
THE TWO TOWERS
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