[ Featuring Vinny Marchi ]
The world was young, the mountains green
No stain yet on the moon was seen
No words were laid on stream or stone
When Durin woke and walked alone
He named the nameless hills and dells
He drank from yet untasted wells
He stooped and looked in Mirrormere
And saw a crown of stars appear
As gems upon a silver thread
Above the shadow of his head
A king there was, enthroned in grey
In great halls of colonnades
With roof of gold and darkened floor
And mighty runes along the door
The brightest light of moon and star
In crystal lamps shined through the door
Unshadowed by the light of night
They bear and deterred a shimmering light
The skies are bleak, the hills are age
The forges' flames have died away
No songs are sung, no blade is cast,
In Durin's halls they ever last.
The darkness hangs over his tomb
Beneath the mountain in the gloom
But e'er the fallen stars glow free
In cold and breathless mirror near
The rest his crown in water clear
Till Durin returns once more from sleep.
