When the last eagle flies
Over the last misty mountains
And the last dwarf is gone
From the last mine of mithril.
In the shadow of the mountain
Though he may be old and worn,
They would stare unbelieving
At the Last Balrog.
When the first breath of fire
Through the caverns is blazing
And you look to the south
And the pale moon is rising.
And it seems like all is dying,
And would leave the world to mourn.
In the distance hear the Roaring
Of the Last Balrog:
I'll be dead! I'll be dead!
When the last moon is cast
over the dark land of morgoth,
and all hope it has passed,
without even a warning of the glamhoth.
Then look into the sky wherethrough
The clouds of shadow’s born.
Look and see him, how he burns:
He’s the last Balrog
I'll be dead! I'll be dead!
Original: The last Unicorn
Umgedichtet von Galadriel Pernegelf & Vanilja