With yawning mouth this Dwarven hole gaped for a living thing; All the orcs cried out for blood To the thirsty Mithril ring: And we knew that ere one dawn grew fair Some old wizard had to swing
Right in we went, with soul intent On death and dread and doom; The Balrog with his flaming wing Went shuffling through the gloom And Hobbits trembled as they crept Each in their numbered tomb.
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gaped for a living thing;
All the orcs cried out for blood
To the thirsty Mithril ring:
And we knew that ere one dawn grew fair
Some old wizard had to swing
Right in we went, with soul intent
On death and dread and doom;
The Balrog with his flaming wing
Went shuffling through the gloom
And Hobbits trembled as they crept
Each in their numbered tomb.