Epic of Lonely Mountain Pt. II
[Intro] [A low, echoing drum beat begins, like a hammer in the deep] [A deep male choir chants in a low hum] [A simple, harp and lute melody enters] I hereby reclaim this Hall!! For Dwarven Might, and the Dragon’s Fall! Call to my Cousin! Let Dáin know King Under the Mountain has Returned! [Chorus] [Music swells, the full choir and lead bass vocal enter powerfully] Far ov’r the Misty Mountains cold, To dungeons deep and caverns old, Here we stay, ere break of day, We've claimed our long-forgotten gold. [Triumphant Bridge] [Music swells triumphantly, with war horns and a powerful, major-key shift] Under the Mountain dark and tall, The King has come unto his hall! His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread, And ever so his foes shall fall! [Harp Lute Duet] [An epic, melodic, and powerful golden harp and Lute duet] [Spoken Panicked] Oh Great King Under the Mountain! The Elfking, and Bard of River Town demand a share of the fortune highness! They say If we don't provide them an ample reward, they shall march upon us!! [Spoken Powerful but resigned] “Fine! I owe them nothing! Nori, change the message to Dáin… Tell him to come with arms, not cheer.” [Chorus] [The biggest, most powerful chorus of the song] Now call we over the mountains cold, 'Come back unto the caverns old!' Here at the gates the king awaits, His hands are rich with gems and gold! [Spoken with utmost urgency] Lord Dáin! Word comes from King Under the Mountain! It Says: The great dragon Smaug lies dead in the lake, The King Under the Mountain has returned! Alas our enemies already amass to take the dwarven fortune! I wish this message were asking for cheer and jubilee, but I must request arms, for as of now, we are but Fourteen. Sincerely your cousin… Thorin Oakenshield, King Under the Mountain [Spoken with command and majesty] “Assemble arms and march immediately! The Dwarves shall win the day! We are on the way, cousin!” [Outro] [Music begins to fade, becoming more of a traveling shanty] Farewell we call to hearth and hall! Though wind may blow and rain may fall, We must away, ere break of day, Far over the wood and mountain tall. We heed the call, to Mountain tall We march with pride, stand by his side Away we go, War stark and Grim Protect the King Under the Mountain We must away! We must away! We ride before the break of day! We must away! We must away! We ride before the break of day! [The drums and chanting fade into silence] [End]
