Here Thorin, lay your Arcenstone, upon your breast
And let it lay there until the moutain falls
And may it bring good fortune to all your folk that dwell here after
In your tomb Thorin, lay your sword Orcrist
Never was it wielded by a mightier hand
Did you see the Arcenstone?
It was like a gloom, with a thousand facetts
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
Far away, Lonely Mountain its dark head in (a) torn cloud
This night was the worst, and then became pitchdark, so dark
(that you can) see nothing
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