Darkness dwells deep beneath
Hidden from the Gods of yore
For years he layed eternally
Waiting for the light to cease

Rising from the shadows he wakes
From the abyss of Khazad-Dum
With fire all around him
Whip of flame, the source of pain

Vile beasts are in pursuit
In the mines of shadow they flee
His den, the lair of fire
The glow, fade, shall be no more

Upon the bridge the battle begins
A clash of fire, a flash of light
Narya, the ring of fire
Alighting all that is dull

In the dark halls his shadow spread
Like two vast wings, stretching wall to wall
Cracking his whip of many laces of fire
From the shadows leapt a flaming sword of red

"I am the servant of the Secret Fire
Wielder of the flame of Anor
The dark fire will not avail you
Flame of Udun"

"I am the servant of the Secret Fire
Wielder of the flame of Anor
The dark fire will not avail you
You shall not pass"

In the shadow of the burning beast
He's standing firm, no fear within
Raising his staff high above his head
And down they fall into the Black Chasm

"I am the servant of the Secret Fire
Wielder of the flame of Anor
The dark fire will not avail you
Flame of Udun"

"I am the servant of the Secret Fire
Wielder of the flame of Anor
The dark fire will not avail you
You shall not pass"