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What was once a shining beacon

Is lost in the gloomy deeps

Tales of wonder and majesty

Of kings on the carven stone

Our right to rule was hewn from the mountain

And ended by the terror from on high

Now the sun sets on the mountain

Our hallowed halls no longer shine

As we wander in the wilderness

Our hearts are starved of light

Fear the horror deep within, death incarnate

A terror, wreathed in blackened flame; fear Durin’s bane

Brothers take arms

And march!

To where daylight dies

Avenge all that we have lost

And fight!

Where daylight dies