Where the winds sing

the laments of times long gone

Where the elves dance

their dances of solitude

Hearken to the mountain

can you hear the echoes

of the hammer's beat

from deep within the shadows?

The lord of the blacksmiths

keeps forging on

through the endless time

Master of the anvil

allys the metals

with an essence of magic

With wisdom and sorcery

from the beginning of time

magnificent works are forged

for gods and for mighty kings

Uncrushable shields

powerbelts and magic rings

Swords that never miss

sceptres and crowns and other things

There is a holy presence

in his hidden existence

Listen to the hymn

it sings in the galleries

Powerful runes he carves

into the shining steel

to have protection