The Fellowship of the Ring has gone south
Searching a passage to bring the Ring
to Orodruin, the Doom-mountain.
Other mountains are on the way,
The maleficent Caradhras
Which forbid the crossing to anyone who wants to force it.
Winds, snow and cold have gathered
To prevent the travellers
From climbing higher the perfidious mount.
So Gandalf leads his company through mysterious tunnels into the deep Moria,
a subterranean world which was the dwarves’ kingdom before they were chased out.

Into Moria, deep and gloomy,
The drum-beat comes from the warriors Orcs
For those who ‘ve entered the trap is set,
They have to fight to see the light back.
« Far below the deepest delvings of the Dwarves,
The world is gnawed by nameless things.»

Despite their cautious silence,
The nine are noticed, hunted and fought
by the countless armies of Orcs and trolls.
The fierceness of (the) defence dismays the monsters
But these are numerous and supported
by a strange, huge and powerful creature.

Into Moria, deep and gloomy,
The drum-beat comes from the warriors Orcs
For those who ‘ve entered the trap is set,
They have to fight to see the light back.
« Far below the deepest delvings of the Dwarves,
The world is gnawed by nameless things.»

The nine are going on the flight
But the end of the battle is near to come
A Balrog appears suddenly,
A dark figure streaming with fire,
Its wings are spreading from wall to wall
Into the great cave.
Then Gandalf the Wizard decides to face
The tremendous beast with flaming sword.
The shock of the titans is colossal.
As a blinding sheet of white flame springs up,
They fall together into the abyss.
The Fellowship run outside of Moria…

Into Moria, deep and gloomy,
The drum-beat comes from the warriors Orcs
For those who ‘ve entered the trap is set,
They have to fight to see the light back.
« Far below the deepest delvings of the Dwarves,
The world is gnawed by nameless things.»