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Lyric:

Deep in the halls of stone and pride,
Through ancient depths, where shadows hide.
The miners dug, the earth they claimed,
But something stirred, a beast untamed.

A whisper lost, a tremor grew,
In Khazad-dûm, beneath the hue.
Of mithril bright, they sought their prize,
Unaware of doom that lies.

Through stone and fire, they carved too deep,
Disturbed the dark from ancient sleep.
A shadow born in ages old,
Now rises from the depths untold.

The flame ignites, the darkness calls,
Beneath the mountain’s mighty halls.
A Balrog wakes, its fury burns,
In Khazad-dûm, the wheel now turns.
Hammer and shield, the dwarves will fight,
But shadow swallows all their light.

A roar that shook the cavern walls,
A shadow stretched through endless halls.
Wings of fire, eyes of hate,
Their courage meets a dreadful fate.

The king stood firm, his axe held high,
Against the flame, prepared to die.
But ancient power, old as stone,
Could not be tamed, could not be thrown.

Steel on stone, the echoes cry,
Flames consume, the bravest die.
In halls once bright, now veiled in ash,
The dwarves' great hope begins to crash.

Through darkened halls, their voices fade,
No valor now can lift the blade.
The mithril's shine, the golden dream,
Consumed by fire, by demon's scream.

Their banners fall, the forge grown cold,
A kingdom lost to tales retold.
The Balrog claims the depths alone,
And dwarven songs turn into stone.

The flame ignites, the darkness calls,
Beneath the mountain’s mighty halls.
A Balrog wakes, its fury burns,
In Khazad-dûm, the wheel now turns.
The dwarves fought brave, their honor bright,
But shadow conquered all their light.

[Outro: Echoes of the Fallen]
In empty halls, the silence weeps,
A kingdom lost, the secret keeps.
Through stone and time, the legend stays,
Of dwarves who fell in shadow's blaze.

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