Текст песни Dark Clouds - Herc

Rumours fill the air
The ravens fly high
The last dragon tyrant
Meets his ancestors tonight

Come to me friend of old
What news do you bring
Glory to the one who healed
The golden curse
Who ruled our realm

There for ages his huge bones
Could be seen the cold weather amid
The ruined piles of the old town
Not many but few dared
To cross the cursed spot
And none dared to dive
Into the shivering water
And recover the precious stones
That fell from his rotting carcass

But Thorin now has changed
The riches have seized
His heart
Armies march from the north
The storm is close
At hand

The storm is close at hand
Ohh
The storm is close at hand
The storm is close at hand
Ohh
The storm is close at hand

Rumours fill the air
The ravens fly high
Greed in the Lonely Mountain
The clash will soon