[Verse 1] The 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 [Verse 2] The light of sun and star and moon In shining lamps of crystal hewn Undimmed by cloud or shade of night They shone for ever fair and wide [Verse 3] 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 [Verse 4] The shadow lies upon his tomb In Moria, in Khazad-dûm But still the sunken stars appear In dark and windless Mirrormere There lies his crown in water deep Till Durin wakes again from sleep