["The Dwarves of Drnir's Forge was once a primitive people, carving out a meager existence among the natural caves of the Mithril Mountains. The hero-king Drnir challenged the very Gods by stealing the secret of fire from their greedy clutches. Such was the fury of the Gods that the Dwarves dared not venture out from their caves and tunnels for a thousand years, and fueled by the might of fire, they dug ever deeper, into the very roots of the earth. Even though Dwarves can now be found the realms, they very rarely interfere with the dealings of men and elves. And in the vaults of Drnir's forge, no elven song, nor human speech is ever heard - until now"]
A subterrene I pass through the Deep where the fall Where mountain lure
Further I To find the halls doubts in these vaults Can I be
I was saved from water, I walked the flames Just to be delivered to fate's embrace
Onwards and down I go and into gorge A fragile hope I will down at Drnirs Forge
When wholly A on my way Waylaid by In a friend I find
Onwards and I go and into deepest gorge A hope I will find down at Drnirs Forge
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Onwards again we go, time not on my own and scorn for man we found at Drnir's Throne And so highland bound, to seek the Century A fragile hope now will upon the mountain lords