A grin and a word is his trade
   From these his profit is made
   Though his body is not tall and his courage seems small
   His fame will take longer to fade
  
   Beyond the ocean brews a battle
   Beyond the battle blood shall fall
   To a place where man forsaken
   Dwells the one who should not live
  
   Then a bargain shall be entered
   Saurons might shall be restored
   You and we were first to conquer
   You and we shall be the last.
  
   [Sample:]
   [1. The world is grey, the mountain's old. The forges fire is ashen cold.]