Arcenstone

Here, Thorin, lay I the Arcenstone upon your breast
Let it lay there untill the moutain falls
And may it bring good fortune to all your folk that dwell here after

In your tomb, Thorin, lay I your sword Orcrist
Never was it wielded by a mightier hand

Did you see the Arcenstone?

It was like a gloom with a thousand facets
It shone like silver in the firelight
Like water in the sun
Like snow under the stars
Like rain upon the moon

The adventure starts
My friend, off we go
The adventure starts
My friend, off we go

Far away, Lonely Mountain
Dark head in torn cloud
Far away, Lonely Mountain
Dark head in torn cloud

The nights were the worst and then became pitchdark
So dark, you see nothing
The nights were the worst and then became pitchdark
So dark, you see nothing

Far away, Lonely Mountain
Dark head in torn cloud
Far away, Lonely Mountain
Dark head in torn cloud

Far away, Lonely Mountain
Dark head in torn cloud
Far away, Lonely Mountain
Dark head in torn cloud

The nights were the worst and then became pitchdark
So dark, you see nothing
The nights were the worst and then became pitchdark
So dark, you see nothing

Far away, Lonely Mountain
Dark head in torn cloud
Far away, Lonely Mountain
Dark head in torn cloud