The dwarves of yore made mighty spells
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep
In hollow halls beneath the fells
@MichaelTalon
For ancient king and elfish lord
There many a gleaming golden horde
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword
@MichaelTalon
To dungeons deep and caverns old.
We must away, ere break of day,
To find our long forgotten gold