Hail the king under the mountain
Hey, la-hey, la-hey, lai-ha; hey, la-hey, la-ha
A new king arises
To reclaim his deathless throne
Hey, la-hey, la-hey, lai-ha; hey, la-hey, la-ha

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-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

Hail the king under the mountain
Hey, la-hey, la-hey, lai-ha; hey, la-hey, la-ha
A new king arises
To reclaim his deathless throne
Hey, la-hey, la-hey, lai-ha; hey, la-hey, la-ha

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 may be forgotten
But still burning on

The fallen reign of the dwarves
Glows like embers under the stone
Buried and may be forgotten
But still burning on

Hail the king under the mountain
Hey, la-hey, la-hey, lai-ha; hey, la-hey, la-ha
A new king arises
To reclaim his deathless throne
Hey, la-hey, la-hey, lai-ha; hey, la-hey, la-ha

A new king arises
To reclaim his deathless throne
Hey, la-hey, la-hey, lai-ha; hey, la-hey, la-ha

Buried and may be forgotten
But still burning on