The king under the mountain

Years ago on a mountainside sheer
The ravens were calling a warning sincere
The earth did shake and the clouds did turn grey
A storm filled the sky and darkened the day
A torrent of fire, the end had begun
As great wings of darkness covered the sun
The smouldering buildings of the great town of Dale
Laid blackened and burning in the Celduin vale

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold

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Under the mountain standing alone
Thorin rests at the foot of his throne
Deep in the halls of silver and stone
Our glorious king falls into unknown
His sword in his hand, and treasures untold
Shining through darkness for all to behold
Adorning his tomb of mithril and gold
Standing proud in the caverns of old

Now Oakenshield fled with his father and kin
Their riches and fortune remaining within
To Dunland they marched, their numbers were few
Their fortune was lost, their worst fears come true
But peace did not last, a messenger came
From Moria's depths, from shadow and flame
To war went the dwarves, 'gainst great orcish foes
And Thorin fought bravely like kings long ago

But the mountain still stood, their gold lay inside
Guarded by Smaug with greed and with pride
So Thorin set forth, a quest which, alas,
Though bringing him glory it would be his last
A quest to extinguish the old dragon flame
Through mountains and forests, the company came
And over the lake-town the dragon was slain
The kingdom reformed and the mountain reclaimed

But bloodshed and battle was still yet to come
The wars of the past could not be undone
As goblins and wolves fought dwarves, elves and men
The forces of darkness would fall yet again
Though triumph and victory would not be so sweet
The king of the dwarves had been forced to retreat
His final great onslaught, of bloodshed and strife
The battle was won, but claimed Thorin's life