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Cries, drums and horn-calls coming from the dark

the ancient lightblades glint

Maybe outside shines the sun, but here the shadow grows

Beneath the mountains the hope lies in the sword

The Lord Of Moria sleeps in his tomb

an ominous being comes behind the door

Released by greed, something evil is here

Beneath the mountains the hope lies in the flight...

Fly!

Where in the old, the deathless one reigned crowned with stars

among beer and songs, and the fire of the forge

The world was young when his hands blessed the rock

Beneath the mountains, the halls of the dwarves

But now no hammer falls on the anvil to mould

But now no axe rises to fight for his Lord

The Durin's folk had fled abandoning their house

and you shall run to the bridge of the halls of the dwarves

Ghásh!

Vast wings of terror cloud the hearts

Dark powerful fire - the nameless fear

They seeked for wealth too deep, finding their own ruin

Now you understand, Durin's bane.

Demon of might - Shadow and flame

Demon of might - Ancient darkness awake

Demon of might - Upon the bridge

Demon of might - Light and darkness fall into the black depths

Fly!

Where in the old, the deathless one reigned crowned with stars

among beer and songs, and the fire of the forge

The world was young when his hands blessed the rock

Beneath the mountains, the halls of the dwarves

But now two flames fight falling into the dark

But now the sorrow scares with tears the sight

The Dwarrowdelf has cast shadows over the hope

but her mirror will show that the light stands still within the dark