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