The March Of The Ents

From the highest winding branch
Down to the deepest gnarled root
To the furthermost wavering leaf

The decision is moot

Moot moot moot moot
Moot moot moot moot

Here no more are we for ourselves
We are off to help the little ones
And Men and Dwarves and Elves
Endured we have many moons and suns

Dating back to ages ancient
In this constantly changing world
Our existence is becoming rapidly spent
We come now with leaves unfurled

We are Ent

Moot moot moot moot
Moot moot moot moot

The wrath to avenge our planted
Friends of acorn, nut, and seed
Is a thing not to be taken for granted
Though we may move with little speed

And we may be torn of every limb
From biting axes sap may bleed
Tell the wizard we come for him
A warning he should seriously heed

We are Ent

Moot moot moot moot
Moot moot moot moot

From Fangorn we march, drawing near
To tear apart and smash and rent!
The largest cog, the smallest gear
Of the cursed black stone monument

Sorcery from Isengard may be our demise
Flood every trench, shaft and vent
Drive out Saruman the once Wise
To Sauron let this be the message sent

We are Ent

Moot moot moot moot
Moot moot moot moot




inspired by the Lord Of The Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien