V/Valar/Tale of The King Under The Mountain, Part II (Fallen Foes)
Under the mountain dark and tall The king has come unto his hall His foe is dead, the worm of dread And ever so his foes shall fall
The sword is sharp, the spear is long The arrow is swift, the gate is strong The heart is hold that look on gold The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong
The dwarves of yore made mightly spells White hammer feel like ringing bells In places deep where dark thing sleep In hollow halls
The mountains throne once more is freed Of wandering folk, the summons heed Come haste ! Come haste ! Across the waste The king of friend and kind has need
Now call we over mountains cold Come back ! Come back ! Unto the caverns old Here at the gates the king awaits The worm of dread is slain and dead
And ever so our foes shall fall !Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.