歌词
Under the mountain tall and dark
Where fires glow with heat and spark
Beneath the ground where creatures dwell
Delusions right from out of hell
Under the mountain dark and tall
The king has come unto his hall
His foe is dead, the worm of dread
And ever so his foes shall fall
The sword is sharp, the spear is long
The arrows swift, the gate is strong
The heart is bold that looks on gold
The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong
Ohohoho
The arrows swift, the gate is strong
Ohohoho
The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong
Suffer wrong!
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells
While hammers fall like ringing bells
In places deep where dark things sleep
In hollow halls beneath the fells
On silver necklaces they strung
The light of stars on crowns they hung
The dragon fire from twisted wire
The melody of harps they wrung
Ohohoho
The light of stars on crowns they hung
Ohohoho
The melody of harps they wrung
Harps they wrung!
(Spoken)
The mountain throne once more is freed!
O wand’ring folk the summons heed!
Come haste - come haste - across the waste!
The king of friends and kin has need!
Now we call over mountains gold:
“Come back unto the caverns old!”
Here at the gates the king awaits
His hands are rich with gems and gold.
Hail the king of friends
Hail the king of friends
Hail the king of friends
Hail the king of friends
Hail the king of friends
Hail the king of friends
The king has come unto his hall
Under the mountain dark and tall
The worm of dread is slain and dead
And ever so his foes shall fall!
Written by: Andreas Kuhlmann, Roland Bischof
