[The Reticent Raconteur]
And as the acrid Balrog corpse smoulders just like it began
Its crimson-orange light melts into the setting sun
And leaving us, not without a final clap of light
The Lightning Lord escapes as day fades into moonless night
And as the acrid Balrog corpse smoulders just like it began
Its crimson-orange light melts into the setting sun
And leaving us, not without a final clap of light
The Lightning Lord escapes as day fades into moonless night
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