["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 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 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 rivers Where mountain dwellers
Further I To the dwergar halls doubts in these vaults 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 gorge A fragile hope I will find down at Drnirs
wholly astray A on my way Waylaid by In battle a friend I
Onwards and I go and into deepest gorge A fragile hope I will find down at Drnirs
[Solo:
Mrck]
Onwards again we go, time not on my own Indifference and scorn for man we found at Throne And so bound, to seek the Century Horn A fragile hope now rest upon the mountain lords