They came out from the shadows Some kind of demigods Corrupted by Morgoth They became the balrogs Body covered by flames Adorned by demon-like horns Their whiplashes are painful Chastisers of living flesh Gothmog, Durin's Bane Fire of the centuries Fire! Of the Fire of the centuries! Fire! Of the Fire of the centuries! Down in the depths of Moria Or in the sky of Gondolin Driving beings with panic Departing and also dethroning Heat burn eyes from afar Hands in front burn as well When the balrogs turn to you Now it's a whole living hell Gothmog, Durin's Bane Fire of the centuries Fire! Of the Fire of the centuries! Fire! Of the Fire of the centuries! Down in the crypt of Balin Awakened from his slumber Scaring away hundreds of orcs Threatening the entire fellowship Battle of fire 'gainst light Udûn's flame versus The Grey Go back to the shadow! You shall not pass! Gothmog, Durin's Bane Fire of the centuries Fire! Of the Fire of the centuries! Fire! Of the Fire of the centuries!