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Another Fellowship crisis dawning
Gimli is crying at the tomb
We have to shout above the din of that damn drumming
There’s no way out of this cold room
Gandalf insults Pip for his insufferable Took-ness
But we know he just has to be a shrew
Frodo pulls bright Sting out of its scabbard
And that old blade is glowing neon blue
Many miles below
Something creeps from the depths
At the bottom of the Bridge
Of Khazad-Dum
Another Moria goblin morning
The mines belch screaming orcs into the room
And there behind they have a cave troll on a chain
It throws its club down with a boom
The goblins sneer and screech as if to goad the thing
to further rage
And Frodo takes a stab right to the chest
But after they defeat this wave and take out the behemoth
The whole party notices his Mithril vest
Many miles below
Something flames through the hallways
Of the land of Khazad-Dum
Another mass of goblins coming
But there’s a bigger hell to see
They run like cockroaches to escape this new evil
They scrabble up the walls just to get free
Frodo grips his ring and runs away with the Companions
‘Cause Gandalf knows that it’s his task to face
He sees the Balrog’s whip now, framed by the fires leaping
He breaks the Bridge and then steps back a pace
Many miles below
Balrog’s whip pulls him down, too
What will the Fellowship do
With him lost in Khazad-Dum
Many miles below
Many miles below
Many miles below
Many miles below
Many miles below...