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--The first great battle of our age is beginning...--

Shadow was there, back at that horrid place of death... so terrifyingly recent when it had been so long ago. Azanulbizar. Shadow had brought all of his host, all 1620 of them, and they all looked at the barren hills of stone in sadness. The once beautiful wooded plain now stood barren and full of death. Soon he thought, soon we would get our revenge and destroy those filthy orcs. Thorin was sending most of his host forth, and we will be avenged. All dwarves listened, all dwarves knew. Even all the way in the south the Far Haradrim and the people of the Craglands heard dwarven voices singing, deep throated sounds of the dwarves breaking the night. They sung something similar to this:

Durin ku bin-amrad (Durin who is Deathless)

Ugmal sullu addad (Eldest of all Fathers)

Ku bakana (Who awoke)

Ana aznân (To darkness)

Undu abad (Beneath the mountain)

Ku ganaga (Who walked alone)

Tur ganâd abanul (Through halls of stone)

Durin ku bin-amrad (Durin who is Deathless)

Uzbad Khazad-dûmu (Lord of Khazad-dûm)

Ku baraka (Who cleaved)

Aznân (The Dark)

ra karaka (And broke)

atkât (The silence)

ala lukhudizu! (This is your light!)

ala galabizu! (This is your word!)

ala ukratizu! (This is your glory!)

Khazad-dûm! (The Dwarrowdelf of Khazad-dûm!)