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Icon of our race
Black Diamond sword
Wielding no arts
A glow in its depths
far beneath the seas
Flowing like vines
from blade to hilt
far beneath the trees
Formed as it passed
but evil and ire
Turarel and Rilfar
in deep earth was cast
Far below ground
Weapon of kings
in deep chambers vast
How did it catch
our symbol of light
He left our people
for greatness built
the starry-brig
ht sky
Miles beneath shining
Negankerdak
Dwarves
realms on high
Light in its depths
in darkness dire
The pride of dwarves
like fire or sun
Through its own heart
it held a place
living courses run
Iron is soft
how shall we endure
Without you see
Oh Negankerdak
That set us apart a favored race
and gold is dim
Smooth marble coarse
Who else received
shining silver thin
Metal must fail
when none could break you
such a gift of worth
stone beauty lack
Beside the gift
Who else such
the diamond black
It cannot be shaped
our days become night
What cruel malice
blessing from the earth
cannot be tamed
Howe'er it is found
Negankerdak
Dwarves
so it is framed
Too hard to break
could come and take you
How then a gift that
too true to melt
The Humbler thrawts
becomes a curse
arts of smith and smelt
Turarel and Orla