You climb the black jagged peak.
The air is thin and it's bleak.
Cold metal wind hits your face.
You find a hidden safe place.
Watch the Orcs march in a line.
Wait for the perfect design.
Focus the glass on the gate.
Lock in the target and wait.
Capture the crown in your sight.
Turn all the dark into light.
Break every chain in the street.
Feel the industrial beat.
You snap a shot of the tower.
You sense the shifting of power.
Red eyes are staring from deep.
While all the city folk sleep.
Watch the Orcs march in a line.
Wait for the perfect design.
Focus the glass on the gate.
Lock in the target and wait.
Capture the crown in your sight.
Turn all the dark into light.
Break every chain in the street.
Feel the industrial beat.
You slip through corridors cold.
Stories of terror unfold.
Steel blades are flashing in blue.
Now the whole army wants you.
One single click of the gear.
Erases every last fear.
The shutter snaps like a bone.
You stand in Mordor alone.
Capture the crown in your sight.
Turn all the dark into light.
Break every chain in the street.
Feel the industrial beat.
The ghost is guiding your hand.
Across this desolate land.
You film the fall of the king.
Hear how the metal bells ring.
Capture the crown in your sight.
Turn all the dark into light.
Break every chain in the street.
Feel the industrial beat.
Snap the shot, clear the frame.
Iron Crown, know the name.
