The Lonely Mountain, great and tall
All alone, beholding all
Watching men within their town
Feeling the dwarves, forever digging down
Sensing the greed that lay at their core
Always wishing, wishing for more
Hearing the winds striking down from the north
And burning in the fires the dragon shot forth
Now the Mountain has naught to behold
But the desolation, the hoard, and the ancient demon of old
