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The wind moans in Misty Mountains tonight
Long-forgotten and unseen
A kingdom of desolation
And the dragon is the king
Durin's Day shone its last light on my battered pride
Have to keep it in
Lest I lose my mind
Cannot get in
Cannot be free
"Lead your people and keep them off the streets"
Conceal, don't feel, don't be his foe
But it's our gold
Our gold, our gold
It's hoarded in Erebor
Our gold, our gold
Must away and ram that door
I don't care what it's going to take
Bring the fires on
The Map will lead us to find a way
It's funny how some legends exaggerated Smaug
Shake off fears that have caused this woe
And light the golden halls
So my failures I'll atone
And recover the Arkenstone
Birth right, orcs slain, moon runes to read
My key
Our gold, our gold
I have to revive Durin's line
Our gold, our gold
We'll restart Dwarvish mines!
Here we stand
And hear us say
Bring the fires on
No honor-lacking elves will keep us underground
The golden hoards told in these olden stories all abound
Battles fought, sacrifices to make glory last
We're never going back
The past is in the past
Our gold, our gold
Dale will rise from the Lake of Town
Our gold, our gold
Your lowly days are gone
There we'll stand
For last light of Day
Arkenstone is mine
You had better find it right away