In the wide halls of moria once durin's folk ruled
Khazad dum was the glory of dwarves
Through the darkness of moria we march almost blind
Khazad dum, where has your glory gone?
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In the wide halls of moria, one day, bloodshed ruled
Khazad dum was the ruin of dwarves
Through the darkness of moria we march almost blind
Khazad dum, shall you be our tomb?