The King Under The Mountain

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 on.