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[01:04.13]The sword is sharp, the spear is long
[01:07.96]The arrow swift, the gate is strong
[01:12.15]The heart is bold that looks on gold
[01:16.16]The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong
[01:20.15]The mountain throne once more is freed
[01:24.04]O! Wandering fold, the summons heed
[01:28.52]Come haste! Come haste! Across the waste
[01:31.93]The king of friend and kin has need.
[01:52.08]Now call we over mountains cold
[01:55.78]Come back unto the caverns old
[01:59.87]Here at the gates the king awaits
[02:03.55]His hands are rich with gems and gold
[02:07.89]The king is come unto his hall
[02:11.73]Under the mountain dark and tall
[02:15.76]The worm of dread is slain and dead
[02:19.92]And ever so our foes shall fall