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As the horsemen mount their nightmares

The grapes of wrath to reap

The only hope that light bears

Lies still in caverns deep

In the rising dark

Will the ancients hark

To our desperate pleas?

Hail thee, you king under mountain

A dream in stoney halls

The ravens, they circle no more

We implore thee, heed our call

Hail thee, you king under mountain

Thy time is neigh

Arise, ere the realm is forlorn!

No swift steed to carry me, I run across the lands

My journey's end is clear to see:

The cliff stands

In the distance

Driven by a shadow growing

Cast by the smallest crown

The brittle hands that grip the throne

Will tear it down

In the rising dark

Will the ancients hark

To our desperate pleas?

Barren

Lies the land

Within

The hearts of man

Sour earth

Stony fields

Hateful

The fruit it yields

Hail thee, you king under mountain

A dream in stoney halls

The ravens, they circle no more

We implore thee, heed our call

Hail thee, you king under mountain

Thy time is neigh

Arise, ere the realm is forlorn!

There he slumbers, not alone

The seats are filled with some I've known

His beard that tells of centuries

Thrice around the table grown

In magic twilight, on my knees

I bring before him our pleas

He rises, tired, bent and old

As another table forms from stone

"I heard these words, manyfold

Mankind is condemned to war

I claim the peace you will not know

I shall rest here, as shall you!"

Hail thee, you king under mountain

A dream in stoney halls

The ravens, they circle no more

We implore thee, heed our call

Hail thee, you king under mountain

Thy time is neigh

Arise, ere the realm is forlorn!