(©Mirkwood 2007)

In the lands of ice and snow
The winter grew so cold
And frost turned the lakes and streams
Into frozen paths for the bold

In the lands of mountains and lakes
The sun was set aglow
No stars above were seen
No sun the clouds did show

In the bitter desolate waste
Beyond the Black Gate
A world of fire and ash
Filled by an unsleeping hate

In the depths of Durins Halls
Full of shadow and shade
Death is always near
As the light begins to fade

Far beyond the world it lies
In a place long forgotten, hidden by time
A memory of a land, in our mind
A legend of a world, without mankind