Deep Beneath,
Tall mountains dark and cold
Our folks still dwell there,
Since days of old.
Durin woke,
Under Gundabads mighty sight!
Our kingdom to him then,
But a distant light!
In his distant gaze
A vision came
Of Khazad Dum
In another age.

Fiery furnace
The Dwarves used for themselves
And hammered out swords
For Men and Elves
Yet Durin walked
The breadth of all the land
To find the spot
Where his throne would stand.
A promise made,
In a dream it came
A kingdom founded
In Durin’s Name!

Dwarven Lords
Wrought in Belegost
Gems and Jewels
And their skills were sought.
In Nogrod
Iron mask for war were made
Stopping dragon fire,
And the Orcs rusted blade.
Durin’s weary feet,
Brought him at last,
To Kheled-Zaram
Zirakzigil’s mighty lap.

Far beneath
Barazinbar high and proud,
And Bundushathur
His head shrouded by the cloud
And there stood
Zirakzigil strong and tall
These giants three
Made up Durin’s hall
Together they
We know today
As Dwarrowdelf
Where Durin’s folk did dwell!

Sing now for Durin’s fame
Call out, remember his name
All Khazad gather round here
All folk far and near
Sing now for Durin’s fame
Call out, remember his name
We shall honor, him on this day!
Cheers now, for Durin’s Day!

Cast your eyes
Upon the hidden door
To Dwarrowdelf
We shall gather once more.
The lanterns bright
In Durin’s Halls will shine
To show his Kingdom
And his wide halls so fine.
Music will play
And laughter ring
Within our hearts
Much joy we shall bring.

Durin slumbers
Beneath the mountains Cold
His body resting
In the mountain bones.
The watch we keep here
Awaiting his return.
For a time when we,
Shall to the mountains return.
And so we wait,
And bide our time
Awaiting the birth
Of his next in line!

As we wait,
The lantern has gone cold.
We do not dwell there
Within his halls so old.
Our strength we gather,
So that one day we may
Go back to Moria
And see it great again.
Until that day
We shall abide
For Durin’s return
Then our folk shall Rise!

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Sing now for Durin’s fame
Call out, remember his name
All Khazad gather round here
All folk far and near
Sing now for Durin’s fame
Call out, remember his name
We shall honor, him on this day!
Cheers now, for Durin’s Day!

Dwarves up now,
With your pipe and drum
The time is ripe now,
For the harp to be strung
The music takes us
Let us shake the hall
We shall awake him
He will answer to the call!
Call forth our folk
And in great joy!
We shall return again
To our halls once more!

Deep Beneath,
Tall mountains dark and cold
Our folks still dwell there,
Since days of old.
And Durin Deathless
Shall return once more
And we shall pass through
The long-forgotten door!
Return we shall
Unto our own.
And we shall see then,
Durin on his throne!

Let us watch for,
Our Great Lords glad return
The harps shall ring out
Lanterns again shall burn!
Our mountain kingdom
Shall echo to hammers fall
Dwarven voices will join in
To awaken all the hall
On Durin’s Day
All fear shall end
And Durin’s folk
Will be home again!