Ashen Cold

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.

Spoken: 
1. The world is grey, the mountain's old. The forges fire is ashen cold.