Listen children to a story
that was written long ago
‘bout a kingdom on a mountain
and the valley folk below.
On the mountain was a treasure;
a dragon lied around the gold
and the dwarves of Thorin swore
they’d have it for their very own.
     Go ahead, defy your neighbour,
     go ahead and kill the elves.
     Do it in the name of Durin,
     a treasure is in the end.
     Five Armies will shake the valley,
     dawn skies eagles sail
     on the bloody morning after
     one little hobbit rides away.
So the dwarves of the Mountain
sent a bird to the Iron Hills
telling ‘bout the buried treasure,
tons of gold for which they’d kill.
Came an answer from the kingdom:
«With our cousins we’ll defend
Our city inside the mountain,
and the riches buried there.»
Now the goblins cried with anger,
mountin’ wolves, drawin’ swords,
and they killed the valley people,
and their corpses fed the wargs.
Hills and Woods fought all together
on the mountain, dark and red,
tinged with crimson blood the foothill.
“Against the orcs” was all they said.
     Go ahead, defy your neighbour,
     go ahead and kill the elves.
     Do it in the name of Durin,
     a treasure is in the end.
     Five Armies will shake the valley,
     dawn skies eagles sail
     on the bloody morning after
     one little hobbit rides away.