[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