Clamavi De Profundis
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 woke and walked alone.
He named the nameless hills and dells;
He drank from yet untasted wells;
He stooped and looked in Mirrormere,
And saw a crown of stars appear,
As gems upon a silver thread,
Above the shadows of his head.
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;
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.
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- Song of Durin
- Song of Durin (A Cappella)
- Far Over the Misty Mountains Cold (Extended Edition) -...
- Far Over the Misty Mountains Cold
- Far Over the Misty Mountains Cold (Extended Edition)
- Far Over the Misty Mountains Cold - Complete Edition
- Song of Kings
- Song of Durin (Complete Edition)
- Song of Durin a Cappella (Complete Edition)
- The Last Goodbye
- Lament for Boromir
- The Song of Beren and Lúthien
- The Fall of Gil-Galad (A Cappella)
- The Ent and the Ent-Wife
- The King Beneath the Mountains