The King Under the Mountain

Hail the king under the mountain!
 Heyla, heylala, heylaha, heyla, heylalaha
 A new king arises to reclaim his deathless throne
 Heyla, heylala, heylaha, heyla, heylalaha
 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 (the night)
 In Khazad-dûm
 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
 Hail the king under the mountain!
 Heyla, heylala, heylaha, heyla, heylalaha
 A new king arises to reclaim his deathless throne
 Heyla, heylala, heylaha, heyla, heylalaha
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 Far is the age, empty is the throne
 Dark the morn
 No lanterns burn in the halls (the halls)
 Ashes and bones of our kind
 Upon his cairn made of stone
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 The fallen reign of the dwarves
 Glows like embers under the stone
 Buried and maybe forgotten
 But still burning on
 The fallen reign of the dwarves
 Glows like embers under the stone
 Buried and maybe forgotten
 But still burning on
 Hail the king under the mountain!
 Heyla, heylala, heylaha, heyla, heylalaha
 A new king arises to reclaim his deathless throne
 Heyla, heylala, heylaha, heyla, heylalaha
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 A new king arises to reclaim his deathless throne
 Heyla, heylala, heylayha, heyla, heyla-la-ha
 Buried and maybe forgotten
 But still burning on