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
   His halls shall echo golden
   To songs of yore resung
  
   The woods shall wave on mountains
   And grass beneath the sun
   His wealth shall flow in fountains
   And rivers golden run
  
   The streams shall run in gladness
   The lakes shall shine and burn
   All sorrow fail and sadness
   At mountains king's return
  
   [Sample:]
   [1. War has already begun ... so, we come to it in the end.]
   [2. Follow me threw the darkness.]