The King Beneath the Mountains - Clamavi De Profundis

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As requested by our patrons, here is our version of J.R.R. Tolkien's poem, "The King Beneath the Mountains!" We worked very hard on this and hope you enjoy it:)

A note on our interpretation:

As described in the book, the legend of the Mountain King's return was one that would bring much joy and fulfillment to both Dwarvenkind and mankind in and around the Lonely Mountain.
Thus, we thought reading the prophecy seemed a fitting way to bring life to this text of legend, for would it not have been spoken far and wide for decades, until the day that it would be fulfilled?

Then, the text is sung: the tune itself is quite simple, a regular folk tune. This made sense since it would be the common man to whom this prophecy would bring the most hope.

The first half of the song, in which the whole text is sung is sort of our "Dwarven tribute" to the prophecy. The second half of the song, after the middle interlude, is as if the listener enters into Laketown, where a bard (pun intended?) may have taken up the tune, and is joined by his comrades now already celebrating the return of the Mountain king as described in the book. Since we wanted to give a nod to both the Dwarves and the men, we decided to use the same tune with two different feels. We hope you enjoy it! This was a joy to compose and bring to life!


We are unable to get permission to sell this song so we are posting it here free for your enjoyment. If you want a copy of the mp3, we are offering it to those who support us on Patreon!

My brother composed and arranged the piece. My family sang it.

Please no bad language in the comments. We want this to be family friendly:)

Lyrics:

The King beneath the mountains,
The King of carven stone,
The lord of silver fountains
Shall come into his own!

His crown shall be upholden,
His harp shall be restrung,
His halls shall echo golden
To songs of yore re-sung.

The woods shall wave on mountains
And grass beneath the sun;
His wealth shall flow in fountains
And the rivers golden run.

The streams shall run in gladness,
The lakes shall shine and burn,
All sorrow fail and sadness
At the Mountain-king's return!