Текст Peter Hollens – Song Of Durin

The king he was on 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 of crystal hewn
Undimmed by cloud or shade of night
They shone for ever fair and wide

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