Saruman, the betrayer

Will miss all the magic and the might

He's gone astray, he's in the sight

Of the dark lord.

He forgot the right way

'cause he yearned to be like a god

But now he cries.

But he will never lose

The gift he has in his voice

Which is something he will always use.

The words he will pronounce

Will seem full of wisdom

Who will resist their magic sound?

The voice of Saruman

Will bewitch those who hear

It sounds like the wind blowing the Sand.

There's a man with a staff

Walking a short way towards his end

Towards the realm

Under the blast

Of dragon fire.

That's the game of deceit

That the wizard's playing with no Trace

Of that old flame

That always burned

Inside of him.

The words... The voice...

There are no Gods around

Ready to appear when he is praying

They don't believe

In what he's doing

They won't be there.

Banished from everywhere

Up and down the Middle Earth he'll Roam

His glory end...