Song Of Durin
The world was young, the mountains green, no stain yet on the moon was seen
No words were laid on stream or stone, when durin woked and walked alone
The world was fair, the mountains tall, in elder days before the fall
The western seas have passed: The world was fair in durin's day
A king he was on carven throne, in many-pillared halls of stone
With golden roof and silver floor and runes of power upon the door
The world was fair, the mountains tall, in elder days before the fall
The western seas have passed: The world was fair in durin's day
The world is grey, the mountains old. The darkness dwells in durin's halls
But still the sunken star appears in dark and windless mirrormere
There lies his crown in water deep, 'till durin wakes again from sleep
Song Of Durin
O mundo era jovem, as montanhas verdes, sem manchar ainda na lua foi visto
Não há palavras que foram colocadas em operação ou pedra, quando durin woked e caminhou sozinho
O mundo era justo, as montanhas de altura, em dias mais velhos antes da queda
Os mares ocidentais passaram: O mundo era justo no dia de durin
Um rei que estava no trono esculpido, em salões cheios de pilares de pedra
Com telhado e prata chão e runas de poder de ouro na porta
O mundo era justo, as montanhas de altura, em dias mais velhos antes da queda
Os mares ocidentais passaram: O mundo era justo no dia de durin
O mundo é cinza, as montanhas de idade. A escuridão habita em salões de Durin
Mas ainda assim a estrela afundado aparece em mirrormere escuro e sem vento
Aí reside a sua coroa em águas profundas, 'até durin acorda novamente do sono