"The King under the mountain
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
The halls shall echo golden
To songs of yore resung.
The woods shall wave on the mountains
And grass beneath the sun
His wealth shall flow in fountains
And rivers golden run
The bells shall ring in gladness,
At the Mountain-king's return
And all shall fail in sadness
And the lake shall shine and burn"
-J.R.R. Tolkien