["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 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 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 quest I pass the unseen Deep where the fall Where mountain lure
I crawl To the dwergar halls doubts in these forlorn Can I be
I was saved water, I walked through the flames Just to be delivered to fate's embrace
Onwards and down I go and into deepest A fragile hope I will down at Drnirs Forge
When wholly A on my way by netherkind In a friend I find
and down I go and into deepest gorge A fragile hope I will find down at Drnirs
[Solo:
Mrck]
Onwards again we go, this 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 rest upon the lords