Letra de Carcharoth
Upon the threshold, watchful, dire His eyes new-kindled with dull fire His teeth were bare, his tongue aflame Aroused he watched the no one cameNo flitting shade nor hunted shape Seeking from Agband to escape Now past that guard what guile or might Could thrust from death into the lightAs gleam of swords in fire there flashed The fangs of Carcharoth, and crashed Together like a trap, and tore His hand about the wrist, and shore