["The Dwarves of Dûrnir's Forge was once a primitive
people, carving out a meager existence among the
natural caves of the Mithril Mountains. The hero-king
Dûrnir challenged the very Gods by stealing the secret
of fire from their greedy 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 Dûrnir's forge, no elven song, nor human
speech is ever heard - until now"]
A quest subterrene
I pass through the unseen
Deep where the rivers fall
Where mountain dwellers lure
Further I crawl
To find the dwergar halls
doubts in these vaults forlorn
Can I be Dragonborn?
I was saved from water, I walked through the flames
Just to be delivered to fate's dark embrace
Onwards and down I go and into deepest gorge
A fragile hope I will find down at Dûrnirs Forge
When wholly astray
A dwarfling on my way
Waylaid by netherkind
In battle a friend I find
Onwards and down I go and into deepest gorge
A fragile hope I will find down at Dûrnirs Forge
[Solo: Holmlid]
[Solo: Mörck]
Onwards again we go, this time not on my own
Indifference and scorn for man we found at Dûrnir's
Throne
And so highland bound, to seek the Century Horn
A fragile hope now will rest upon the mountain lords
