The Winds Of War (Isengard)

It is the coming of a day When dragons rise before me My people will be set free I hold the power of the wind The flaming skies caress me I'm calling the winds of war I raise my sword into the air And feel the warmth of the sunrise And as I stare across the fields I was embraced by the war winds Across the fields of destiny They're marching into glory In triumph and agony I am the chosen to be king As ravens fly above me I'm claiming our victory