The Mines of Moria

THE MINES OF MORIA
Fallen has our once great halls,
Now we come to cleanse them all.
Balin, Ori, Oin and more
Come to open the Western Door.

Durin's axe, mithril mail,
Watcher in the Water, Dimrill Dale;
Even though we did succeed,
In the end, we would cede.

Battle, death, and sorrow:
We will not see tomorrow.
In a chamber, the survivors stand,
Ready to fight and make death grand.

Goblins fled, spears were shattered,
Yet in the end, nothing mattered.
Fallen have we brave soldiers,
Avenge us and defeat the dwellers.
~SkyDog