by Soriana » 10/16/2010 8:30 PM
Exactly. I'm the first mate, and me captain threw your groveling hind end into the brig for insubordination. You'll find no friend in me, mark me words.
The King beneath the mountains,
The King of carven stone,
The lord of silver fountains
Shall come into his own!
His crown shall be upholden,
His harp shall be restrung,
His halls shall echo golden
To songs of yore re-sung.
The streams shall run in gladness,
The lakes shall shine and burn,
All sorrow fail and sadness
At the Mountain-king's return!one two three four five