["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 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 through the Deep the rivers fall Where dwellers lure
I crawl To find the halls in these vaults forlorn Can I be
I was saved water, I walked through the flames Just to be to fate's dark embrace
Onwards and I go and into deepest gorge A fragile hope I will find at Drnirs Forge
When wholly A on my way by netherkind In battle a I find
Onwards and down I go and into deepest A fragile hope I will find at Drnirs Forge
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Onwards again we go, this not on my own Indifference and scorn for man we at Drnir's Throne And so bound, to seek the Century Horn A fragile hope now rest upon the mountain lords