The king beneath the mountains. The king of carven stone. The lord of silver fountains. Shall come into his own!. . His crown shall be upholden. His harp shall be restrung.
(1. Sample). Saruman come forth.. . (2. Sample). I am Saruman the white, Saruman of many colours.. . (3. Sample). Middle days are passing,. younger days ....
The wind came down from mountain cold. And like a tide it roared and rolled. The branches groaned, the forest moaned. And leaves were laid upon the mould.
The sword is sharp, the spear is long. The arrow swift, the gate is strong. The heart is bold that looks on gold. The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong.
Where forest stream went through the wood. And silent all the stens there stood. Of tall trees, moveless, hanging dark. With mottled shadows on their bark.
Far over the misty mountains cold. To dungeons deep and caverns old. We must away ere break of day. To seek the pale enchanted gold. . The pines were roaring on the height.
Who can find you clear springs of waters, but I can!. Who can tell you the age of the moon, but I can!. Who can call the fish from the depths of the see, yes I can!.
(1. Sample). Here Thorin, lay your Arcenstone, upon your breast. and let it lay there until the moutain falls. and may it bring good fortune to all your folk that dwell here after.