From the depths of stone he rose,
Forged in flame, his heart of gold.
By the Mirrormere’s light, he swore,
To build the halls that’ll echo forevermore.
The hammer rings, the mountain’s call,
In Khazad-dûm, he ruled them all.
A kingdom deep, a king of might,
Durin’s line, in shadow and light.
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[Bouncy, chant-like]
Durin’s name will rise again,
The halls will echo, stone and men.
Deathless King, through ages past,
His shadow long, his will will last.
Durin’s line, we march and sing,
One by one, the dwarves shall ring.
Moria calls, our home to take,
The Deathless King shall wake!
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In the depths, they delved too far,
Awoke the flame, the shadowed star.
Durin’s Bane, a fire untamed,
A kingdom lost, in shadow’s name.
Yet still they dream, the dwarves below,
To take their halls, reclaim the glow.
The forges burn, the axes sing,
For Durin’s home, the Deathless King.
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[March-like]
Through the stone, his spirit rides,
Through halls of flame, the dwarf king strides.
Seven times he’ll rise once more,
To claim the halls, to end the war.
Raise your hammers, raise your swords,
The dwarves will fight with iron words.
From Khazad-dûm to mountain's peak,
Durin lives, his vengeance speaks.
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[Extended with folk-style flourish]
Durin’s name will rise again,
The halls will echo, stone and men.
Deathless King, through ages past,
His shadow long, his will will last.
Durin’s line, we march and sing,
One by one, the dwarves shall ring.
Moria calls, our home to take,
The Deathless King shall wake!
Durin’s name will rise once more,
From halls of stone to mountain’s roar.
Deathless King, forever home,
In Durin’s halls, our spirits roam.