~ The King of the mountain will return,
~ to sit in his room upon his throne
~ Where the light has shone again,
~ in the Deepest Halls beneath the Falls.
~ Follow the Ringing Bells of Gold,
~ underneath the Fells of old they go.
~ Listen to the streams,
~ as they Dream the night away,
~ under the stoned pillars.
~ The King of the Mountain he is,
~ who walks alone in shadows of Night,
~ until the mirrors of Light shines again.
~ He'll play the harps of gold and sings
~ echoing beneath the shining halls.
~ Now the hammers fell and wrought the mail,
~ in the fires forge of old.
~ In the elder days he walke
~ many other stoned halls.


~ A King of the mountain he is,
~ a friend of the elves in battles of old,
~ in shining armours of silver mail,
~ where orcs fall and fail whom are frail.
~ World was fair in durin's day.
~ Across the hill and fells have passed
~ now the western lands.
~ They wander and walk,
~ in the shadows of the night.

~ A king of the mountain is near,
~ whom never fear as the darkness dwells.
~ The mighty halls have passed,
~ Nogrod and Belegost into the ruins.
~ Mighty kings of elves are gone,
~ into the world of night, beyond the stars.
~ Now harps of gold
~ are wrung in song,
~ of elder days passed.

~ The king of the mountain will return
~ to hold and bear his name again,
~ to walk again among his halls
~ And all will be glad at his return,
~ until then darkness dwells,
~ beneath the fells into shadows of night
~ no light is shone.
~ No hammer falls nor is wrought,
~ while the fire is cold forge.

~ The king of the mountain is gone,
~ whom shall be returned to sing
~ once more and strum his harp.
~ The bells of gold
~ shall ring again a song.
~ The king of the mountain.