Misty Mountains Cold

The vikings stood circled around the great fire burning in the center of the hall, but there was a break in it. Where the chief should have been standing. Instead, he stood a little distance away, back turned to them staring into the flames of a torch. One by one, the vikings had started to hum the deep rhythm. The chief immediately recognized it and shut his eyes tight to keep the tears away. But no matter how desolated he felt at the winter spirit's death, something made him start to join them in song. And then, he breathed in and without turning around, started to sing the words of his ancestor's ancient tale.
(I used a song from the hobbit in here.)