(THE MINES OF MORIA:) KHAZAD-DUM July 2/85 Karl Rigelhof

We're on the verge
Of (an) energy surge
To chase relativity
We've got the urge
To converge
Upon the enemy
And then emerge
To sing a dirge
To the dying
After our victory

We're on the edge
Facing the knowledge
That there is no way back
We've made this pledge
Here at the ledge
Our only chance is to attack
And kill this garbage
This human warpage
That crawled out of hell's crack

Underneath the Misty mountains
In the dark mines of Moria
Across the bridge of Khazad-dum
Doom, (boom,) doom
Went the drums in the deep

Crawling from the darkness and gloom
The drums pound from/in the deep
From the fires of hell it creeps
Evil incarnate
Spelling out our doom/
Pounding out our doom
Doom, (boom,) doom
Went the drums in the deep

Gandalf faced the evil Balrog
The demon spawn with its blade of fire
With Glamdring he broke its sword
And smashed the bridge with a flame of white fire
The Balrog fell into the dark abyss
But with a crack of its whip
It dragged Gandalf with it
Down into the black chasm
Down into the depths of hell
Doom, (boom,) doom
Went the drums in the deep