Khazad Dum

From ashes and fire be broken
 A light from the shadows shall spring
 Renewed shall be blade that was broken
 The crownless shall again be king
 The world is grey, the mountains old
 The forge's fire is ashen and cold
 No harp is wrung, no hammer falls
 The darkness dwells in Druin's halls
 The shadow lies upon his tomb
 But still the sunken stars appeal
 In the dark and windless Mirrormere
 There lies his crown in water deep
 'Til Druin wakes again from sleep
 A deadly sword, a healing hand
 A trumpet - voice, a burning hand
 A lord of Wisdom...
 Fire and shadow - both defied
 In Khazad-Dum his wisdom died
 In joy thou hast lived
 If thou hearest the cry
 of the Gull on the shore
 Thy soul shall then rest
 in the forest no more...