(ŠLord Cabal 2004)
The Forest, The Desert, The Mountains, The mighty Eye,
The Elves, The Dwarves, The Hobbits, The Nine in Black.
The Dungeons, The Mines, The Halls... Halls of Moria!
The road is long for the fellowship,
Here in Moria the destiny is written for
Humans, Hobbits, Elves and Dwarves
United to save Middle Earth.
Beyond the gates the dungeon awaits,
Halls of stone made by the ancients,
Graves of a mighty race,
Crafters of magic Mithril armors.
Eyes in the dark are watching their moves,
Hands are crawling from the ground.
Evil hordes are planning our end,
In the abyss they feel the Death's sound.
In this mighty hall you'll find your end,
Red eyes in search of blood
Come from every shadows,
Sounds of swords and darkness fall.
"What happens? ...NO! Retreat!"
Gandalf:A Balrog, a demon of the ancient world.
This foe is behind any of you.Run!
Lead them on , Khazad-Dum is near...
I am a servant of the secret fire,
Wielder of the flame of Anor.
The dark fire will not avail you,
Flame of Udun!
Go back to the shadow.
YOU SHALL NOT PASS!
Fly, you fools!