In ancient Moria's halls of stone,
Beneath the earth where riches shone,
A Balrog slumbered, dark and dire,
With wings of flame and eyes of fire
Through twisting tunnels, dark and deep,
The Balrog chased, while shadows creep,
Its fiery whip, a searing crash,
Consuming all that dared to pass
Beware the Balrog, strong and fierce,
His wrath is swift, his bite will pierce,
Devours all that cross his path,
Leaving naught but smoke and ash
So heed the warning, all who dare,
To enter depths where shadows stare,
For in the dark, the Balrog waits,
A creature born of fire and hate