Ere the lands of wood and dale,
Up the mountains dusty trail,
Into the dark where light is gone,
Where never the golden Sun has shone.
Goblins hide behind the walls,
'Till the dark of night does fall,
Many a traveller gone astray,
Shall never again see light of day.
Many a year it stood alone,
Once home to dwarves, those halls of stone,
Much fame it brought in Durin's reign,
Until the rise of Durin's Bane.