A tale can start in many ways
From the forest calm, a campfire glows
In the silent night of rain and cold
A wanderer tells a story

Fiery jaws and sharpened teeth
A warden made of evil kind
With his cold blood and hardened scales
He stared at me face to face

A journey there and back again
That´s what is told in Hobbit´s tales
Indelible black on paper white
This venture won´t be forgotten

Those were not his final rhymes
That story of a burglar far from home
From the silent shire he came along
With a fellowship of dwarves

For the dwarves we have come from far abroad
Curses veil the halls
Rain of fire in the dark cancels the night

rise or fall it´s your own fate

Keep the ring, face the fear
hold the tears that home is far away
Live the pages of a story and you´ll never die
the green hills flourish

in a land that calls from far away
Turn your sight to the horizon
when the morn shines again

Many days and many nights
Awake beside the campfire´s glow
With the hope of seeing the morning light
And finally your destination

“A journey there and back again”
That´s what is told in Hobbit´s tales

Instill bravery in the youngest hearts
Destroying their desperation

For the dwarves we have come from far abroad
To the throne of our ancestry
We´re marching on
Straight, on and on

Earth is calling
Down through the mountains
Like a stream to the valley
Gathers us all

The green hills flourish
Even stars shine forth anew
The last hope for a new world
Strong will rise