With nothing to trade we reached this journey's end. Brought by destiny and fate we came to the Duuran land.
The land, where mighty mountains highly soar above The Plains, And well-earned dwarven pride for all eternity remains. Where water falls a thousand feet from auburn rocks to streams so deep And kings of dwarffolk reign so kind that noone cruelty has to mind.
From miles afar we can see the giant gate A hundred feet's the height and half a hundred is it wide Astonished we stare at this masterpiece, the dwarven stonesmiths' legacy As we sail slowly on and on.
Another mile upstream we sailed, The moment of truth came close Anxiety in us arose Fear that we could have failed.
But the dwarven noblemen had heard about our story And awfully they regretted, what happened in the West To the king of Duur we were conducted by great and august dwarven knights To the king who sat in front of the dwarven gate
The king heard from the dragons death and he spoke:
"Regardless of whether you can show me your El'úthan ore or not And regardless of whether it is excellent - as you might tell me or not The Duuran dwarves would never reject such brave and dedicate people like you!"
And whilst he spoke these gracious words, I looked to the heavens above The sun had set and on the Western skies the moon had risen When suddenly in the East as well, a second moon arose
A second moon, so bright and gorgeous, rises at the Eastern skies He lights the way, that we have come and we will fare again Rise, oh beauty of the night, second moon above us, rise! A second moon, it shines so bright, high at the Eastern skies He lights the way, we've come alone and fare again with friends Rise, oh beauties of the night, the two of you, rise And light our homeward way!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
