[The Dwarves of Dûrnirs Forge was once a primitive people, carving out a meager existence among the natural caves of the Mithril Mountains. The hero-king Dûrnir challenged the very Gods by stealing the secret of fire from their greedy clutches. Such was the fury of the Gods that the Dwarves dared not venture out from their caves and tunnels for a thousand years, and fueled by the might of fire, they dug ever deeper, into the very roots of the earth. Even though Dwarves can now be found across the realms, they very rarely interfere with the dealings of men and elves. And in the vaults of Dûrnirs forge, no elven song, nor human speech is ever heard until now]
A quest subterrene
I pass through the unseen
Deep where the rivers fall
Where mountain dwellers lure
Further I crawl
To find the dwergar halls
doubts in these vaults forlorn
Can I be Dragonborn?
I was saved from water, I walked through the flames
Just to be delivered to fate's dark embrace
Onwards and down I go and into deepest gorge
A fragile hope I will find down at Dûrnirs Forge
When wholly astray
A dwarfling on my way
Waylaid by netherkind
In battle a friend I find
Onwards and down I go and into deepest gorge
A fragile hope I will find down at Dûrnirs Forge
[Solo: Holmlid]
[Solo: Mörck]
Onwards again we go, this time not on my own
Indifference and scorn for man we found at Dûrnir's Throne
And so highland bound, to seek the Century Horn
A fragile hope now will rest upon the mountain lords

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