Where echos bound off cavern walls Thundering, spacious water falls Giving power to the ember furnace Crafters work with full earnest
Our clang of metal forming metal Our laughter around the stew-filled kettle Lacboring long into the night Carrying lanterns for our light
A golden tint in the arenose air A rich man's delight, deep in this lair A cornucopia of jewels and stone Picks and axes spark on the hone
Melted metals with tools of the trade Upon the anvil are ceremoniously laid To be shaped and formed into desires By light of the blazing, crimson fires
Where we find sweat and danger as one And rarely journey out into the sun Have amity with our fellow men And all write to loved ones with one pen
The cavern echos, the rays of gold This ancient house of tales untold To find this place, a costly fee For a way of escape will never be