They came out from the shadows

Some kind of demigods

Corrupted by morgoth

They became the balrogs

Body covered by flames

Adorned by demon-like horns

Their whiplashes are painful

Chastisers of living flesh

Gothmog, durin's bane

Fire of the centuries

Fire! Of the

Fire of the centuries!

Fire! Of the

Fire of the centuries!

Down in the depths of moria

Or in the sky of gondolin

Driving beings with panic

Departing and also dethroning

Heat burn eyes from afar

Hands in front burn as well

When the balrogs turn to you

Now it's a whole living hell

Gothmog, durin's bane

Fire of the centuries

Fire! Of the

Fire of the centuries!

Fire! Of the

Fire of the centuries!

Down in the crypt of balin

Awakened from his slumber

Scaring away hundreds of orcs

Threatening the entire fellowship

Battle of fire 'gainst light

Udûn's flame versus The Grey

Go back to the shadow!

You shall not pass!

Gothmog, durin's bane

Fire of the centuries

Fire! Of the

Fire of the centuries!

Fire! Of the

Fire of the centuries! F