When a Dark King will arise again
A halfling will enter the scene
Fordo, Glandaf, Glime, Striding and the Rohirrim
Goes forth, far away from their homes
Within Moira, the Bolrug will claim it's victim
A great sadness will wash over the lands
The survivors will lead a long train
Of the nine few will remain in the world
Smoke, soot and blackness in deep furnaces
Hammers fall and towers crumble
The grey one will turn white
A great battle ensues
Two of the fellows go astray
Doom awaits, spider and Gullem
The circle burns forever in the mountain
The Dark King lies still again