Song of Durin - Peter Hollens

A king he was on carven throne

In many-pillared halls of stone

With golden roof and silver floor

And runes of power upon the door

The light of sun and star and moon

In shining lamps of crystal hewn

Undimmed by cloud or shade of night

There shone for ever fair and bright

The world is grey the mountains old

The forge's fire is ashen-cold

No harp is wrung no hammer falls

The darkness dwells in Durin's halls

The shadow lies upon his tomb

In Moria in Khazad-dûm

But still the sunken stars appear

In dark and windless Mirrormere

There lies his crown in water deep

Till Durin wakes again from sleep