Song of Durin

A king there was on throne engraved

In great halls of colonnades

With roof of gold and argent floor

And mighty runes along the door

The brightest light of moon and star

In crystal lamps shines through the dark

Unshadowed by the veil of night

They burned eternal shimmering white

The skies are bleak, the hills are aged

The forge's flames have died away

No songs are sung, no blade is cast

In Durin's halls the evil lasts

The darkness hangs over his tomb

Beneath the mountain in the gloom

But e'er the fallen stars glow freer

In cool and breathless Mirrormere

There rests his crown in water clear

'Til Durin returns once more from sleep