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Lyrics:
A king he was on carven throne
In many-pillared halls of stone
With golden roof and silver floor,
And runes of power upon the door.
The light of sun and star and moon
In shining lamps of crystal hewn
Undimmed by cloud or shade of night
There shone for ever fair and bright.
The world is grey, the mountains old,
The forge's fire is ashen-cold;
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls:
The darkness dwells in Durin's halls;
The shadow lies upon his tomb
In Moria, in Khazad-dûm.
But still the sunken stars appear
In dark and windless Mirrormere;
There lies his crown in water deep,
Till Durin wakes again from sleep.
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Website: http://eurielle.com
Twitter: http://bit.ly/1nJadJJ
Facebook: http://on.fb.me/1B9tHRV
SoundCloud: http://bit.ly/1tLLqrU
YouTube: http://bit.ly/1B4QE8j
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Image: http://i.imgur.com/29yZ1Gr.jpg
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Lyrics:
A king he was on carven throne
In many-pillared halls of stone
With golden roof and silver floor,
And runes of power upon the door.
The light of sun and star and moon
In shining lamps of crystal hewn
Undimmed by cloud or shade of night
There shone for ever fair and bright.
The world is grey, the mountains old,
The forge's fire is ashen-cold;
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls:
The darkness dwells in Durin's halls;
The shadow lies upon his tomb
In Moria, in Khazad-dûm.
But still the sunken stars appear
In dark and windless Mirrormere;
There lies his crown in water deep,
Till Durin wakes again from sleep.
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Follow me on facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/TheSpiritOfClassicalMusic
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Backup Channel:
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCAorliAMLIw_US9fmKxqOdg
----------------------------------------
If you like Classical Music and you want to help the channel grow, using the Like and Share buttons is a great way to do it. Thank you very much for watching!
If you have a question or any problem with the music or pictures used in my videos, please send me a message via Facebook.
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