| A king there was in days of old
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| Before the darkness grey and cold
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| Upon his throne the runes were bright
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| His helm was shining in the night
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| There was once a long, long time ago
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| Before the sun and moon we know
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| When hills were young and mountains tall
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| Before the night and shadowfall
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| A king there was in the dawn of days
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| His fame and glory still ablaze
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| His deeds became song and tale
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| Legends speak of might and fame
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| His halls were dark, tall and grim
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| Above the forest, glade and hill
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| The glory was carved in stone
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| Before the night and shadowfall
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| A king there was on carven throne
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| With runes of power upon the door
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| His halls were dark, tall and grim
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| Above the forest, glade and hill
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| But long ago the beast has come
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| Wings of darkness covered the sun
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| From the deep and dark, fire and flame
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| The curse of yore, the durin’s bane |