Fading Light
Where once was light now darkness falls,
The darkness dwells in Durin's halls.
We hold our axes, utter farewells,
All prepared to battle Hell.
...
We do not curse, we do not cry,
All of us prepared to die.
None of us allocate blame,
We prepare to deal the goblins pain.
...
Moria is now truly lost,
In our hearts spreads defeat's frost.
In this, our briefly reclaimed home,
We'll make our final stand alone.
...
The door comes down, the goblins swarm,
We know we'll never see the dawn.
And to the end do we all fight,
In Khazad-dûm's faint final light.
