Summoning - Ashen gold

A grin and a word is his trade From these his profit is made Though his body is not tall and his courage seems small His fame will take longer to fade Beyond the ocean brews a battle Beyond the battle blood shall fall To a place where man forsaken Dwells the one who should not live Then a bargain shall be entered Saurons might shall be restored You and we were first to conquer You and we shall be the last. [Sample:] [1. The world is grey, the mountain's old. The forges fire is ashen cold.]