Epic of Lonely Mountain (Full Song)

Dwarven, Deep thundering bass lead vocal and a powerful bass and baritone male choir, Dark Folk, Nordic Folk Ballad, Dwarven Chant, Heavy, somber, and ancient, Massive booming drums, a deep bowed string drone, a golden harp, haunting wood flutes, and lutes

[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]

[Verse 1]
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells.
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

[Spoken Dramatically] For ancient king and elvish lord,
There many a gleaming golden hoard.
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught,
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

[Chorus]
[Music swells, the full choir and lead bass vocal enter powerfully]
Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold.

[Verse 2]
[Music becomes more intense and faster, with more urgent drumming]
The pines were roaring on the heights,
The wind was moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread,
The trees like torches blazed with light.

[Spoken Dramatically] The bells were ringing in the dale,
And men looked up with faces pale.
The dragon's ire, more fierce than fire,
Laid low their towers and houses frail.

[Bridge]
[Music drops suddenly to a low, ominous drone and the single echoing drum]
The mountain smoked beneath the moon,
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled the hall to dying fall,
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

[Verse 3]
[Music shifts to a lonely, marching beat. Sound of wind.]
The wind was on the withered heath,
But in the forest stirred no leaf.
There shadows lay by night or day,
And dark things silent crept beneath.

[Spoken Dramatically] It passed the Lonely Mountain bare,
And swept above the dragon's lair.
There black and dark lay boulders stark,
And flying smoke was in the air.

[Chorus]
[Chorus returns, full of a weary but determined energy]
Far over the Misty Mountains grim,
To dungeons deep and caverns dim,
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!

[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]

[Final 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!

[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 must away! We must away!)
(We ride before the break of day!)
[The drums and chanting fade into silence]
[End]

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[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] [Verse 1] The dwarves of yore made mighty spells, While hammers fell like ringing bells. In places deep, where dark things sleep, In hollow halls beneath the fells. [Spoken Dramatically] For ancient king and elvish lord, There many a gleaming golden hoard. They shaped and wrought, and light they caught, To hide in gems on hilt of sword. [Chorus] [Music swells, the full choir and lead bass vocal enter powerfully] Far over the Misty Mountains cold, To dungeons deep and caverns old, We must away, ere break of day, To claim our long-forgotten gold. [Verse 2] [Music becomes more intense and faster, with more urgent drumming] The pines were roaring on the heights, The wind was moaning in the night. The fire was red, it flaming spread, The trees like torches blazed with light. [Spoken Dramatically] The bells were ringing in the dale, And men looked up with faces pale. The dragon's ire, more fierce than fire, Laid low their towers and houses frail. [Bridge] [Music drops suddenly to a low, ominous drone and the single echoing drum] The mountain smoked beneath the moon, The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom. They fled the hall to dying fall, Beneath his feet, beneath the moon. [Verse 3] [Music shifts to a lonely, marching beat. Sound of wind.] The wind was on the withered heath, But in the forest stirred no leaf. There shadows lay by night or day, And dark things silent crept beneath. [Spoken Dramatically] It passed the Lonely Mountain bare, And swept above the dragon's lair. There black and dark lay boulders stark, And flying smoke was in the air. [Chorus] [Chorus returns, full of a weary but determined energy] Far over the Misty Mountains grim, To dungeons deep and caverns dim, We must away, ere break of day, To win our harps and gold from him! [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] [Final 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! [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 must away! We must away!) (We ride before the break of day!) [The drums and chanting fade into silence] [End]

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