Here Thorin, lay your Arcenstone, upon your breast and let it lay there until the moutain falls and may it bring good fortune to all your folk that dwell here after
In your tomb Thorin, lay your sword Orcrist, never was it wielded by a mightier hand.
Did you see the Arcenstone?
It was like a gloom, with a thousand facetts It shone like silver in the firelight like water in the sun, like snow under the stars, like rain upon the moon
The adventure starts my friend off we go
Far away, Lonely Mountain its dark head in (a) torn cloud
This night was the worst, and then became pitchdark, so dark, (that you can) see nothing. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
