The King Under The Mountain – Wind RoseBy Hail the king under the mountain!A new king arisesTo reclaim his deathless throneThe world is grey, The mountains oldNowhere’s home, No stars above us allDark is the chasm of timeWhere all are drownedNo gold ores, No hammers fallNowhere are chants, Sung by Durin’s folkShades haunt and hover in the night, in Khazad-dumSons of Aulë, answer to my callBring back the shining to the frozen hallsBlow the warhorns, let them be heardLight the forge abandoned to the moldSons of Durin, answer to my callBring back the shining to the frozen hallsBlow the warhorns, let them be heardRaise your hammers andFar is the age, Empty is the throneDark the mornNo lanterns burn in the hallsAshes and bones of our kindUpon his cairn made of stoneThe fallen reign of the dwarvesGlows like embers under the stoneBuried and maybe forgottenBut still burning on www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20