Hail the king under the mountain! A new king arises to reclaim his deathless throne
The world is grey, The mountains old Nowhere’s home, No stars above us all Dark is the chasm of time Where all are drowned
No gold ores, No hammers fall Nowhere are chants, Sung by Durin’s folk Shades haunt and hover in the night, n Khazad-dum
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
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
Far is the age, Empty is the throne Dark the morn No lanterns burn in the halls Ashes and bones of our kind Upon his cairn made of stone
The fallen reign of the dwarves Glows like embers under the stone Buried and maybe forgotten But still burning onTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
