| Lyrics: | The white hand, proud and strong by ruling the realm of Isengard, White as
consciousness of
illuminated mind spirit became flesh, symbolized by the hand.
That's true cleanness, being able
to raise the world out of its hinges and
create it new: Behold the banner's flying, it calls to
join, because the
white hand prevails...
White Hand's Power to the realm of Isengard,
White Hand's Elegance to the
Kings of Isengard White Hand's Supremacy to the ancestors of
middle-earth
White Hand's Dominion to the end of the world...and to universe at
next!!!
Marching southwards, orkish battlecries in air, heavy boots crush down
weakness
in dust. Warriors executing inferior lifes by fireword: Submit or
die. Creatures of odd...
Creatures of ill... Creatures of mud...
Degenerated by mixed blood! Submission, Submission,
Submission
To the splendid kings of Isengard, to the race born of ice and flames!
White
Hand's Power to the realm of Isengard, White Hand's Elegance to the
Kings of Isengard White
Hand's Supremacy to the ancestors of middle-earth
White Hand's Dominion to the end of the
world...and to universe at next!!! |
