A sentinel in the distance affront blue clouds and silver sky
The island sits of stone alone, climbing ever high
A sea of ash with waves of fire wash through written time
As amber leaves bed flecks of snow; Dale turns to night

Desolation – Desecration – Retaliation
Your prayers, divine – Your halls are mine – Run for your lives

For greed or need, neither to be clear
Those craven and bold, both are to fear
A shield of oak, enemies sworn
From flight and flame, hell has been born

The king under the mountain is made of scales and claws and wings
Foolish heir of dwarf or man has come to claim my seat
Tenfold shields and swords and spears, shock, thunder and death
Riddles may pass the time, but you may soon bathe in breath

Thieving rats – My wrath – Your last
Hurricane storm – Your shields, your swords – Shall burn once more

Fire on the water, knock upon the bow
Sky meets the earth and the depths below
In Golden silence sits an empty throne
I shall never return home

For greed or need
From flight and flame
For home, for stone
For Erebor.

Erebor
For Erebor

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