Song of Durin

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 Till Durin returns once more from sleep