Moria, your halls are overrun now
Reputation so bloody, But we still mourn you somehow
In dwarven tears we could drown, We’ve lost you and we know it.
You are an orc-infested ghost town, With a hellish fiend below it.

I’m sure that you remember when your halls did fill with dread
Flame of Udune burning red, Falling Moria
Moria, don’t you think you’ve fallen?
Will anybody want you, after what happened to Balin?
You don’t have to answer
You are just a haunted mi-ine, oh oh oh, Mines of Moria
Moria, It awoke from its slumber
Then it began to murder us, And all our wealth did plunder
To its blaze, we’re but an ember, had no hope and so we fled
All the goblinkind it bred, Down in Moria

A ha ha, a ha ha, Moria, The Balrog’s sleep was profound
Hybernating in a deep mine, our greed unleashed it in our compound
Couldn’t stay for all the money, All the mithril mined in Khazad-dum
Your magnificence slipping away, Now the city is a black Tomb

And the Graybeards they remember, “Oh we delved too deep” they said
Oh, where all our choices lead, Fallen Moria
Moria, I think that when we blundered
That mistake was the death of us, And Durin’s kin were sundered
Cut to pieces and dismembered, all the dreams of those that bled
Darkness feasting on our dead, Down in Moria