And as the acrid Balrog corpse smoulders just like it began Its crimson-orange light melts into the setting Sun And leaving us, not without a final clap of light The Lightning Lord escapes as day fades into moonless night
And as the acrid Balrog corpse smoulders just like it began Its crimson-orange light melts into the setting Sun And leaving us, not without a final clap of light The Lightning Lord escapes as day fades into moonless night