Song of Durin (Complete Edition)

The world was young, the mountains green
 No stain yet on the Moon was seen
 No words were laid on stream or stone
 When Durin woke and walked alone
 He named the nameless hills and dells
 He drank from yet untasted wells
 He stooped and looked in Mirrormere
 And saw a crown of stars appear
 As gems upon a silver thread
 Above the shadows of his head
 The world was fair, the mountains tall
 In Elder Days before the fall
 Of mighty kings in Nargothrond
 And Gondolin, who now beyond
 The Western Seas have passed away
 The world was fair in Durin's Day
 A king he was on carven throne
 In many pillared halls of stone
 With golden roof and silver floor
 And runes of power upon the door
 The light of sun and star and moon
 In shining lamps of crystal hewn
 Undimmed by cloud or shade of night
 There shone for ever fair and bright
 There hammer on the anvil smote
 There chisel clove, and graver wrote
 There forged was blade, and bound was hilt
 The delver mined, the mason built
 There beryl, pearl, and opal pale
 And metal wrought like fishes' mail
 Buckler and corslet, axe and sword
 And shining spears were laid in hoard
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 Unwearied then were Durin's folk
 Beneath the mountains music woke
 The harpers harped, the minstrels sang
 And at the gates the trumpets rang
 The world is grey, the mountains old
 The forge's fire is ashen cold
 No harp is wrung, no hammer falls
 The darkness dwells in Durin's halls
 The shadow lies upon his tomb
 In Moria, in Khazad-dûm
 But still the sunken stars appear
 In dark and windless Mirrormere
 There lies his crown in water deep
 Till Durin wakes again from sleep...