Cruel Caradhras

All of your efforts whisper secrets to me

I laugh at their frailty

I see all

Where will you go

When the mountain impedes you?

I am the harrowing voice in the wind

I am the White Wizard

I am the tongue of flame

That tastes the breast of the mother

She will quake in her pleasure

And bury you beneath her

It is unwise to face the fingers of the deep

You should have risked the western way

The doors of Durin have remained sealed for an age

Starving the dark remains of Moria

The era has ended

That place is a forgotten tomb

Your names will echo through

The halls of the Dwarrowdelf