Moria Lyrics

The world world was young, the mountains green,
No stain yet on the Moon was seen,
No words were laid on stream or stone
on stream or stone

A king he was on carven throne
In many-pillared halls of stone
With golden roof and silver floor,
upon the door.

The light of sun and star and moon
In shining lamps of crystal hewn
Undimmed by cloud or shade of night
forever far and bright.

There hammer on the anvil smote,
There chisel clove, and graver wrote;
There forged was bladed and bound was hilt;
The delver mined the mason built.

The world is grey, the mountains old,
The forge's fire is ashen-cold;
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls:
The darkness dwells in Durin's halls.