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An Embarassing
Mistake
Forever I will be
Gift from Irna
Where are you now
Blessing from heaven
Oh Then was found
Guardian Turarel
Oh who can say for who was there
that single treasure
When all things
came into the air
to hell and worse
A Sword unique
Guardian Orla
And who can know Who was around
in shape and measure
When all was made
and their forms were found
in enemy hands
Came from Shalda
Rilfar
Guardian Tara
When first bright stars
By Irna formed
sent forth their light
Guardian Aerial
a demon replete
from the diamond black
When first ice frost
covered the night
The Earth-wroug
ht
Guardian Nergalin
When first the west wind
of metal most pure
A demon thrall
With envy hatred and vile deceit
Unforged Negankerdak
unfurled the seas
Guardian Dinach
Nergalin and Trea
When first gleaming fruit
adorned the trees
He stole from us in our delight
Light--catc
her
Guardian Turarel
When first nine moons
its appearance stark
tall mountains crowned
Guardian Treal
in what shadow lands
Negankerdak
Aerial and Dinach
And all was silent underground
Guardian Rilfar
Unbedecked yet
Then Irna the earth
put forth her gift
That thief in the night
flawless dark
A fountain deep
in a darksome rift
Guardian Tara
Negankerdak
Dwarves
Rivulets ran
searching for you
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