Låttexter
A king there was on throne engraved
In great halls of colonnades
With roof of gold and argent floor
And mighty runes along the door
The brightest light of moon and star
In crystal lamps shines through the dark
Unshadowed by the veil of night
They burned eternal shimmering white
The skies are bleak, the hills are aged
The forge's flames have died away
No songs are sung, no blade is cast
In Durin's halls the evil lasts
The darkness hangs over his tomb
Beneath the mountain in the gloom
But e'er the fallen stars glow freer
In cool and breathless Mirrormere
There rests his crown in water clear
'Til Durin returns once more from sleep
