
(Words and Music : Alf Davies)
| If you dig down too deep, you don't know what you'll find For Durin the Dwarves still weep, evil deeds of ancient times They appeared in Middle Earth, a long, long time ago Small in stature, big of heart, as Durin's folk were known Deep in the Misty Mountains, their halls were grand and vast For mithril were they seeking, for treasures that would last |
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| Down, down, down into the ground Down, down, down into the ground Then they heard the awful sound The Balrog, Balrog The Balrog of Moria |
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| If you delve down too deep, you don't know what you'll gain A treasure you can keep, or you may loose Durin's Bane With Elvish skills they blended, their mastery of the forge Swords and armour rendered, the scourge of trolls and orcs But finally their delving, unleashed an evil great The Balrog of Thangorodrim, slew the King and sealed the gate |
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Down, down, down into the ground |
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| They delved down too deep, loosed a spirit old and fell As you sow thus you reap, none would live to tell |
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