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 darkTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
