Son of the Mountain

Текст песни Clamavi de Profundis - Son of the Mountain

Vigil thou art keeping
In rest, no longer sleeping
May thou hear the call to the golden hall
Son of the mountain

Highest honour now be thine
May thy soul be clad in white
In the kingdom of the light

Fading is the clamour
Of the anvil and the hammer
But the watchers sing for the dwarven king
Son of the mountain

May the throne be thine to claim
When the sun sets in the west
May thou live in peaceful rest