(ŠAlf Davies 2004)</p>

If you dig down too deep, you don't know what you'll find<br>
For Durin the Dwarves still weep, evil deeds of ancient times<br>
They appeared in Middle Earth, a long, long time ago<br>
Small in stature, big of heart, as Durin's folk were known<br>
Deep in the Misty Mountains, their halls were grand and vast<br>
For mithril were they seeking, for treasures that would last</p>
	
Down, down, down into the ground<br>
Down, down, down into the ground<br>
Then they heard the awful sound<br>
The Balrog, Balrog<br>
The Balrog of Moria</p>

If you delve down too deep, you don't know what you'll gain<br>
A treasure you can keep, or you may loose Durin's Bane<br>
With Elvish skills they blended, their mastery of the forge<br>
Swords and armour rendered, the scourge of trolls and orcs<br>
But finally their delving, unleashed an evil great<br>
The Balrog of Thangorodrim, slew the King and sealed the gate</p>

Down, down, down into the ground<br>
Down, down, down into the ground<br>
Then they heard the awful sound<br>
The Balrog, Balrog<br>
The Balrog of Moria</p>
	
They delved down too deep, loosed a spirit old and fell<br>
As you sow thus you reap, none would live to tell</p>

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