Текст песни
From the tower, cracked by thunder and fate
Cast down from stone, from power, from name
White robes dragged through ash and mud
A wizard broken, thirsting for blood
Beside him crawls a whispering snake
Tongue of lies for hunger's sake
Grima smiles with hollow eyes
Faithless robes, but vengeance guides
They took my staff, they stole my crown
So I'll poison the roots and burn it down
If I can't rule the world of kings and war
I'll break the ones they love even more
We scour the Shire, slow and deep
Turn songs to screams, wake hobbits from sleep
Chains in the field, smoke in the air
Let Gandalf weep, we don't care
Laugh as the green goes black and dead
Crush every hope beneath our tread
Small hands bleed for a wizard's pride
This is our kingdom, rot inside!
Oh, oh... evil the ones the Grey One praised
Rolling hills beneath iron law
Mills rise fast where gardens soar
Trees fall screaming, fields decay
Gold buys fear, and fear obeys
Hobbits bow with broken backs
No ale, no songs, just ordered tracks
Their laughter gone, their bellies thin
Saruman grins—this is the win
These were the ones the Grey One praised
Soft little lives in comfort raised
So I carve my name in their despair
Let him smell the smoke in the air
We scour the Shire, drink their pain
Every tear, a sacred gain
Kick in doors, rewrite the rules
Make farmers kneel like frightened fools
Sing no songs, light no flame
Even the stars forget your name
This quiet land, once pure and kind
Now chokes beneath a master's mind
Grima whispers, feeds the hate
Break them slow, make them wait
Power tastes best when hope is near
When mercy dies in creeping fear
I was Maia, I was flame
Now spite and ruin speak my name
If Gandalf loves them, let them fall