Since its 5th of September...
Roggie was scrolling for exercise in Moria's corridors, humming under his nose:
Empty spaces - what are we living for
Abandoned places (indeed, where did all dwarves go?) - I guess we know the score...
On and on, does anybody know what we are looking for... (some wizard or another would come in handy, it's boring!)
Another hero, another mindless crime
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime
Hold the line, does anybody want to take it anymore
The show must go on
The show must go on, yeah
Inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking (especially eyeliner is prone to...)
But my smile still stays on
Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance
Another heartache, another failed romance (and I did loved that chick of a maia, honest!)
On and on, does anybody know what we are living for?
I guess I'm learning (I'm learning learning learning, well, I do, don't I?)
I must be warmer now (hm, indeed, being fiery and whatnot)
I'll soon be turning (turning turning turning)
Round the corner now...
Stop! What's this, right round the corner? Balrog appreciation thread? Good grief, are my eyes deceiving me? What? No interviews? Hey, hey, Mr. Reporter, ask me, ask me, please, please ask me about wings! Hey, I won't mind, honest!
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