Gimli:
Hammer on anvil smote in high halls of stone
When Durin ruled with judgement wise on carven throne
Gleaming the vaulted roof from pure basalt grown
Here swords were made of dreadful power that ere was never known
Gimli/Gandalf:
Gone, lost, mourn, despair
Grieve for the realm that once was there
Gone, lost, mourn, lament
The end of the glory none could prevent.
Hammer on anvil smote in high halls of stone
When Durin ruled with judgement wise on carven throne
Gleaming the vaulted roof from pure basalt grown
Here swords were made of dreadful power that ere was never known
Gimli/Gandalf:
Gone, lost, mourn, despair
Grieve for the realm that once was there
Gone, lost, mourn, lament
The end of the glory none could prevent.