The Mountain King's Return

The king beneath the mountains

The king of carven stone

The lord of silver fountains

Shall come into his own!

His crown shall be upholden

His harp shall be restrung

His halls shall echo golden

To songs of yore resung

The woods shall wave on mountains

And grass beneath the sun

His wealth shall flow in fountains

And rivers golden run

The streams shall run in gladness

The lakes shall shine and burn

All sorrow fail and sadness

At mountains king's return

[2. Follow me threw the darkness.]