Wizard's Staff is burning bright,
In the caverns of the night.
What immortal hand or eye,
Could ever on your downfall guide.
In what distant deeps or darks,
Burnt the evilness of heart.
On Balrog's wings did once aspire,
To pull the Wizard to the fire.
And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of our hearts.
And when thy heart began to beat.
What cursed hand forged thy dread feet.
What the hammer, what the chain
Would keep a Balrog in the flame.
What the whip and what dread grasp
Around the Wizard's knees did grasp.
And when the Eight threw down their 'spears'
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did Eru just a minute take,
To see how our poor hearts did break?
Wizard''s staff once burned so bright
In the caverns of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could ever on your downfall guide.
