Thorin Oakenshield

Hail, Great King Under the Mountain

Lord of the Silver Founain

Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain

All Dwarves now Know your Pain

A Great Battle Was Fought

And will Never be Forgot

The Kingdom of Erebor is Won

And no Dwarf will say it be Done

The Orcs of Once Great Moria

Slew many a Warrior

In the Battle of Five Armies

Laid down All of your Stories

The Elves of Mirkwood

Aided us as Best they could

But then Came Bolg and Gundabad

And the Tide turned Sad

From North of Raven Hill

Where the Defiler's body lies Still

Kili and Fili both Slain

Bolg and Azog were their Bane

Where the Pale Orc is now Dead

There is Little more to be Said

For as Azog's Orcs were laid low

He struck you one Fatal Blow

While Bolg and Azog lie Silent

You felt a Pain so Violent

O, Great Thorin Oakenshield

As your Blood stained the Battlefield

Your kinsmen Wept and Cried

As you drew no Breath and Died...