in the hallowed halls of the mountain king where the harpers harped and the minstrels sing in the darkness, darkness, darkness there the dwarves did dwell in Moria keep but they delved too greedy and they delved too deep for Mithrill, mithrill, mithrill they awakened a beast of shadow and flame with a fiery whip and a fiery name the Balrog of Morgoth awaken the Blarog summon the Balrog of Kazad-dum in the fiery depths of Kazad-dum where the goblins lurk in the murk and the gloom pounding drums in the darkness there an evil spread full of fire and hate from the silverlode to the dimrill gate it gave power to a slumbering nightmare O, their golden roof and their silver floor their runes of power apon the door could not hold back his fury awaken the Balrog summon the Balrog of Kazad-dum in an ancient age in a distant land an evil warlord ruled with an iron hand he rose beasts of war from the molten earth their allegience sworn from their twisted birth they razed every village while the children screamed in Morgoth's name they ruled supreme his dominion would spread and castles would fall with a Balrog army at his beack and call and though Morgoth fell, a general survived with power to equal any wizard alive an immortal furnace of malice and rage under Carahdras he would sleep for an age 'til the evil above could feed his flame and men would fear to speak his name the Balrog of Morgoth awaken the Balrog summon the Balrog of Kazad-dum