(©Pär Lindh and Björn Johansson 1996)

Far away through Land and forest Olde
Our way must bear over Mountains cold
Through dark caves where light is dim
To see our home and halls of gold

Where the king in our dream still dwells
As iron hammers ring like Bells
Into the dark grey halls of olde
Where our feet will walk beneath the Fells

High up where the Eagles have their home
And their King is sitting on his Throne
We must away on our journey back
To reach our long forgotten home

The Town shall rise again one Day
The King's return be met with Hail
the dragon will his doom there meet
On Durins day in autumn Pale

Far away over hill and forest Olde
Our way must be over Mountains cold
Through dark caves where light is dim
To see our halls that are made of gold

The Elves they dance in the Night
They sing under stars and moon so bright
Their song of King and Elvish Lords
Whose praise they sing with voices light

The wolves are howling at the Moon
The Goblins are threatening Earth with doom
We must now away before to long
to reach our goal and destiny soon

A Town will rise again one Day
Built over stone and ruins frail
the dragon will his doom there meet
On Durins day in autumn Pale

The King returns to all his Might
As dwarfs and men and Elves will Fight
Together as one for what is right
Restore our Kingdom in all delight

Far away through Land and forest Olde
Our way must bear over Mountains cold
Through dark caves where light is dim
To see our home and halls of gold

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