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A man and his boy sit atop a hill

Gazing down on the glen

Above the knoll the old bell tolls

For the last of the dwarfish men

The old stone hall falls quiet in the cold

No more do the voices sing

No songs of lore nor tales of old

Kingdom without king

The hilltop bell tolls once again

Pealing out in the rain

Thunder rolls against the cold

Last of the dwarfish men

With my dying breath I pass on my people's legends

So they may not be lost to the winds of time

Aethon and Hermiath; the kings of old that lead the way

Thorne of Brackenthaw; carved the stone hall

Sera of the valleys; her beauty lies in river beds

Karmondarth the liar; time and time again

The Feareth Tree blooming; another winter passes by

The old man of the water plucks the stars from the sky

Darmon and Athana; their battle rages ever on

Karmondrath the liar; time and time again

A cold wind blows from the north once more

The stars in the sky shine on

Atop the knoll the old bell tolls

For the last of the dwarfish men

A man and his boy sat atop a hill

Gazing down on the glen

Above the knoll the old bell tolls

Last of the dwarfish men