| Hail the king under the mountain
|
| Hey, la-hey, la-hey, lai-ha; |
| hey, la-hey, la-ha
|
| A new king arises
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| To reclaim his deathless throne
|
| Hey, la-hey, la-hey, lai-ha; |
| hey, la-hey, la-ha
|
| The world is grey, the mountains old
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| Nowhere’s home, no stars above us all
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| Dark is the chasm of time
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| Where all are drowned
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| No gold ores, no hammers fall
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| Nowhere are chants, sung by Durin’s folk
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| Shades haunt and hover in the night (the night)
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| In Khazad-dum
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| Sons of Aulë, answer to my call
|
| Bring back the shining to the frozen halls
|
| Blow the warhorns, let them be heard
|
| Light the forge abandoned to the mold
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| Sons of Durin, answer to my call
|
| Bring back the shining to the frozen halls
|
| Blow the warhorns, let them be heard
|
| Raise your hammers and
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| Hail the king under the mountain
|
| Hey, la-hey, la-hey, lai-ha; |
| hey, la-hey, la-ha
|
| A new king arises
|
| To reclaim his deathless throne
|
| Hey, la-hey, la-hey, lai-ha; |
| hey, la-hey, la-ha
|
| Far is the age, empty is the throne
|
| Dark the morn
|
| No lanterns burn in the halls (the halls)
|
| Ashes and bones of our kind
|
| Upon his cairn made of stone
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| The fallen reign of the dwarves
|
| Glows like embers under the stone
|
| Buried and may be forgotten
|
| But still burning on
|
| The fallen reign of the dwarves
|
| Glows like embers under the stone
|
| Buried and may be forgotten
|
| But still burning on
|
| Hail the king under the mountain
|
| Hey, la-hey, la-hey, lai-ha; |
| hey, la-hey, la-ha
|
| A new king arises
|
| To reclaim his deathless throne
|
| Hey, la-hey, la-hey, lai-ha; |
| hey, la-hey, la-ha
|
| A new king arises
|
| To reclaim his deathless throne
|
| Hey, la-hey, la-hey, lai-ha; |
| hey, la-hey, la-ha
|
| Buried and may be forgotten
|
| But still burning on |