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 baclsmiths
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 mworks 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

from the powers of mystery