You Shall Fear Me
The scream of evil,
has awoke him.
Deep in that chamber of
fiery hell.
He will slumber no more.
Demon energies bringing Him forth.
Provoked by the promise of pain.
Do you know what has awoke?
You shall fear Him like no other,
for He is the Belrog!
Pounding steps through
the great halls of Moria.
He is coming for me
I feel the heat.
The black pain,
weaving itself into my heart.
Charring my soul,
as He takes me whole.
I shall not pass through the light,
but into the darkness of night
I no longer fear him.
Feeling the demon
I want more!
The blackness of His evil is great.
Fear me,
For I am the Belrog!
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