["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 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 heard - until now"]
A subterrene I through the unseen Deep the rivers fall Where mountain dwellers
I crawl To the dwergar halls doubts in 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 down at Drnirs
When astray A on my way Waylaid by In battle a I find
Onwards and I go and into deepest gorge A fragile hope I will down at Drnirs Forge
Holmlid]
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Onwards again we go, this 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 will upon the mountain lords