Under the mountain dark and tall
For the king of the carven throne
The worm of dread is slain and dead
And ever so our foes shall fall

A king there was in days of old
His hands were rich with gems and gold

And ever so our foes shall fall!

Dragon fire from the twisted-wyre
Mountains of gold and caverns of old

The worm of dread is slain and dead
And ever so our foes shall fall

Forevermore!

Under the mountain dark and tall
For the king of the carven throne
The worm of dread is slain and dead
And ever so our foes shall fall

The sword is sharp, the gate is strong
The arrow swifts, the gate is strong
And ever so our foes shall fall