["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 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 ever heard - until now"]
A subterrene I through the unseen Deep where the rivers Where mountain dwellers
I crawl To the dwergar halls doubts in these forlorn Can I be
I was saved from water, I walked the flames Just to be delivered to fate's embrace
Onwards and I go and into deepest gorge A fragile hope I find down at Drnirs Forge
When wholly A on my way by netherkind In a friend I find
Onwards and down I go and into deepest A fragile hope I will down at Drnirs Forge
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again we go, this time not on my own Indifference and scorn for man we found at Drnir's And so highland bound, to seek the Century A fragile hope now will rest upon the mountain