A hollow bell from far away Is ringing in our ears A hollow bell is heard by us Sign of new day's pain Our "work" begins, down in the shaft Mining tin for dwarven lords
Dwarven lords, our legends tell, are kind and noble men The real world though tells wholly other stories
In fact we heard from other slaves, There are noble dwarves in Nórthór, But far, far in the East they live, In the mountains of the Springs of the Deep Stream
And we have sworn us, if we ever Find a way outside this hell We will sail to them And they shall show us Nórthan hospitality as it's told
But for now...
We carry a burden of darkest dreams We walk through hellfire and flames Being slaves to the evil that lives in the Eastern lands We toil and we drudge in the pits of doom We'll die in this hell and dig our own tombs And crying blood and tears! We're crying bloody tears!
Crying seagulls in my dreams of raging winds in bluish sails And breaking waves at our hull Every night and day
Is this the truth? Is this our end? Is this a dream? What fate intends?
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