Song of Durin (Acapella) Songtext
von Clamavi De Profundis

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 shadows of his head.


The world was fair, the mountains tall
In Elder Days before the fall
Of mighty kings in Nargothrond
And Gondolin, who now beyond.
The Western Seas have passed away
The world was fair in Durin′s days.
A King he was in carven throne
In many-pillared halls of stone.
With golden roof and silver floor
And runes of power upon the door.
The light of sun and star and moon
In shining lamps on crystal hewn.
Undimmed by cloud or shade of night
There shone for ever fair and bright.
There hammer on the anvil smote
There chisel clove, and graver wrote
There forge was blade, and bound was hilt
The delver mined, the mason built.
There beryl, pearl, and opal pale
And metal wrought like fishes' mail.
Buckler and corslet, axe and sword
And shining spears were laid in hoard.
Unwearied then were Durin′s folk
Beneath the mountains music woke.
The harpers harped, the minstrels sang
And at the gates the trumpets rang.

The world is grey, the mountains old,
The forge's fire is ashen-cold.
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls
The darkness dwells in Durin's halls.
The shadow lies upon his tomb
In Moria, in Khazad-dûm.
But still the sunken stars appear
In dark and windless Mirrormere.
There lies his crown in water deep,
Till Durin wakes again from sleep.