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Hear from afar the mountain's call

Cries an era lost in fire

For the long forgotten hoard

Quenched the dwarves’ desire

Baruk Khazad!

Sigin-tarag!

Gimil Khazad!

Khazâd ai-menu!

Once from the golden halls

The mighty rumble of the hammers

Echoed deep within the earth

For the forgotten hoard

And for the solitary mountain

We’re declaring our return

Dwarves of yore! (The time has come!)

Hammers high! (Straight to war!)

Hear my words

We are returning

Claim the throne! (Erebor!)

Break the curse! (The mountain calls!)

Trust my will

We are returning home

A raven in the storm,

A harbinger of rising cold

A tremor in your blood

That awakens you in the night

When the lights are gone, the axes fall

A king is to return

Now the time has come, into Middle-Earth we ride

For the crown, seven stars ablaze over the night

When the lights are gone, the axes fall

A king is to return

Dwarves of yore! (Sigin-tarag!)

Hammers high! (To your will!)

Keep the stride

We are returning home

Open eyes...Shield the thief (Side by side!)

Our reward?(The Arkenstone!) What we live for!

To the burrow of the beast

The dragon’s ire more fierce than fire

We have sworn to erase

Hammers fell like ringing bells

Recall the glory of the dwarves

From the hollow halls

Hear (Far away)

from afar the mountain's call

Cries an era lost in fire

For the long forgotten hoard

Quenched the dwarves’ desire

Over the hills

There’s a terror awakened

We will stand in our father’s halls

As the prophecy told