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The shades of night were falling fast,
As through the town over Angband passed
From up the hills a brave half-troll
To go a route of high death toll,
Ever downwards!
His armour rusty, boots worn out,
A badly damaged cloak about,
And like a broken trumpet rung
The syllables of trollish tongue,
Ever downwards!
"Come here!" the merchant Lo-Hak said,
"And share with me some nice Waybread!"
Thanks for your offer, but today,
To dungeons deep I must away,
Ever downwards!
In happy homes he saw the light
Of household fires gleam warm and bright;
Below, the stairs down, dark and wide,
With gloomy thoughts, the half-troll sighed,
Ever downwards!
"Avoid that vault!" the ogre said,
"There lurks a unique long since dead,
Ghosts by the thousand on his side!"
The hero's tired voice replied,
Ever downwards!
As had he sworn in Eru's name
For him there would be no stat gain,
Also no turning, no recall,
No trips up to the shopping mall,
Ever downwards!
"Beware the Dracolisk, my friend!
One breath would mean your saga's end!"
No way an Olog could him scare;
A voice replied from down the stairs,
Ever downwards!
At break of day, as evil praised
The priests in Morgoth's dark faith raised,
The hero's voice disturbed their prayer;
It weakly cried through stagnant air,
Ever downwards!
A half-troll by an Impact Hound
Half-buried under scrolls was found;
While promised all to hunger end,
Instead of reading had he went,
Ever downwards!
There in the dungeon cold and gray,
Bondas the Stubborn Hero lay;
From Hell itself then came a howl,
The weak voice of a hopeless soul,
Ever downwards!
As through the town over Angband passed
From up the hills a brave half-troll
To go a route of high death toll,
Ever downwards!
His armour rusty, boots worn out,
A badly damaged cloak about,
And like a broken trumpet rung
The syllables of trollish tongue,
Ever downwards!
"Come here!" the merchant Lo-Hak said,
"And share with me some nice Waybread!"
Thanks for your offer, but today,
To dungeons deep I must away,
Ever downwards!
In happy homes he saw the light
Of household fires gleam warm and bright;
Below, the stairs down, dark and wide,
With gloomy thoughts, the half-troll sighed,
Ever downwards!
"Avoid that vault!" the ogre said,
"There lurks a unique long since dead,
Ghosts by the thousand on his side!"
The hero's tired voice replied,
Ever downwards!
As had he sworn in Eru's name
For him there would be no stat gain,
Also no turning, no recall,
No trips up to the shopping mall,
Ever downwards!
"Beware the Dracolisk, my friend!
One breath would mean your saga's end!"
No way an Olog could him scare;
A voice replied from down the stairs,
Ever downwards!
At break of day, as evil praised
The priests in Morgoth's dark faith raised,
The hero's voice disturbed their prayer;
It weakly cried through stagnant air,
Ever downwards!
A half-troll by an Impact Hound
Half-buried under scrolls was found;
While promised all to hunger end,
Instead of reading had he went,
Ever downwards!
There in the dungeon cold and gray,
Bondas the Stubborn Hero lay;
From Hell itself then came a howl,
The weak voice of a hopeless soul,
Ever downwards!
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