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The shadow upon the tomb

The world is grey,

the mountains old,

the forges' fire ashen cold,

no harp is wrung,

no hammer falls,

the darkness dwells in Durin's halls,

there lies a shadow on the tomb,

in Moria in khazâd-dhûm,

but still the sunken stars appear,

in dark and windless Mirrormere,

there lies a crown in water deep,

till Durin wakes again from sleep.

- Song of Durin (the deathless)