["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 of fire, they dug ever deeper, into the very roots of the earth. Even though Dwarves can now be found across 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 the unseen where the rivers fall Where mountain lure
I crawl To find the halls in these vaults forlorn Can I be
I was from water, I walked through the flames to be delivered to fate's dark embrace
Onwards and down I go and into deepest A hope I will find down at Drnirs Forge
When astray A on my way by netherkind In battle a friend I
Onwards and down I go and into gorge A fragile hope I will find down at Drnirs
Holmlid]
[Solo:
again we go, this time not on my own Indifference and scorn for man we found at Drnir's And so highland bound, to seek the Horn A fragile hope now will rest upon the mountain