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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-bright 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