Rumors fill the air
The ravens fly high
The last dragon tyrant is forever dead
Come to me my friend of old, what news do you bring?
Glory to the one who healed the golden curse who ruled our realm
But Thorin now has changed; the riches have seized his heart
Armies march from the North, the storm is close at hand
The storm is close at hand ooh… (x4)
Rumors fill the air, the ravens fly high
Greed in the lonely mountain, the clash will soon…

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