Here, Thorin, lay I the Arcenstone upon your breast Let it lay there untill the moutain falls And may it bring good fortune to all your folk that dwell here after In your tomb, Thorin, lay I your sword Orcrist Never was it wielded by a mightier hand Did you see the Arcenstone? It was like a gloom with a thousand facets It shone like silver in the firelight Like water in the sun Like snow under the stars Like rain upon the moon The adventure starts My friend, off we go The adventure starts My friend, off we go Far away, Lonely Mountain Dark head in torn cloud Far away, Lonely Mountain Dark head in torn cloud The nights were the worst and then became pitchdark So dark, you see nothing The nights were the worst and then became pitchdark So dark, you see nothing Far away, Lonely Mountain Dark head in torn cloud Far away, Lonely Mountain Dark head in torn cloud Far away, Lonely Mountain Dark head in torn cloud Far away, Lonely Mountain Dark head in torn cloud The nights were the worst and then became pitchdark So dark, you see nothing The nights were the worst and then became pitchdark So dark, you see nothing Far away, Lonely Mountain Dark head in torn cloud Far away, Lonely Mountain Dark head in torn cloud