Where
the
winds
sing
the
laments
of
times
long
gone
Where
the
elves
dance
their
dances
of
solitude
Hearken
to
the
mountain
can
you
hear
the
echoes
of
the
hammer's
beat
from
deep
within
the
shadows?
The
lord
of
the
blacksmiths
keeps
forging
on
through
the
endless
time
Master
of
the
anvil
allys
the
metals
with
an
essence
of
magic
With
wisdom
and
sorcery
from
the
beginning
of
time
magnificent
works
are
forged
for
gods
and
for
mighty
kings
Uncrushable
shields
powerbelts
and
magic
rings
Swords
that
never
miss
sceptres
and
crowns
and
other
things
There
is
a
holy
presence
in
his
hidden
existence
Listen
to
the
hymn
it
sings
in
the
galleries
Powerful
runes
he
carves
into
the
shining
steel
to
have
protection
from
the
powers
of
mystery
