["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 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 through the unseen where the rivers fall Where mountain dwellers
I crawl To the dwergar halls doubts in these forlorn Can I be
I was saved from water, I walked through the 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 a friend I find
Onwards and down I go and into gorge A fragile I will find down at Drnirs Forge
Holmlid]
[Solo:
Onwards we go, this time not on my own and scorn for man we found at Drnir's Throne And so bound, to seek the Century Horn A fragile hope now rest upon the mountain lords