Lyrics Wind Rose – The King Under The Mountain
Text:
Hail the king under the mountain!
A new king arises
To reclaim his deathless throne
The world is grey, The mountains old
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, in 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
