Fire of the Centuries

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!