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

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

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

A new king arises to reclaim his deathless throne

Heyla, heylala, heylayha, heyla, heyla-la-ha

Buried and maybe forgotten

But still burning on