["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 greedy clutches. Such was the fury of the Gods that the Dwarves 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 pass through the Deep where the fall Where mountain lure
I crawl To find the halls doubts in these vaults Can I be
I was saved from water, I through the flames Just to be delivered to fate's embrace
Onwards and I go and into deepest gorge A fragile hope I will find down at Forge
When astray A on my way by netherkind In battle a friend I
Onwards and down I go and deepest gorge A fragile hope I will find at Drnirs Forge
[Solo:
Mrck]
Onwards again we go, this not on my own Indifference and scorn for man we found at Drnir's And so highland bound, to the Century Horn A fragile now will rest upon the mountain lords