Beneath the mountains, deep in Khazad-dum
Unknown to us, we went towards our doom
Our resting place, not a mine but a tomb
Killed by the cursed creature of fire and gloom.
Our ancestors had mined too far deep
Awaking a fiend from its' foul sleep
The price of greed, it was set to reap;
Our lost kin and king for which we weep.
Lost to us the kingdom under mountain
Many an expedition sent in vain
Fated to be flame and shadow's domain
Until a time when Durin wakes again.