"The King beneath the mountains,
The King of carven stone,
The King of many mountains,
And many a cavern grown,
Shall come into his own!
His crown shall be upholden,
His harp shall be restrung,
His starlight shall be golden,
The woods shall wave on mountains,
And the streams shall run in gladness,
The lakes shall shine and burn,
And the bells shall ring in gladness,
At the Mountain-king's return!"
Prophecy of the Dwarven King