A Dwarven Burial Song
By Anonymous
The night is black, the sky is blotted out, we have left the holds of our fathers,
And Tili has returned to the Maker. The light becomes dark,
The night and again night, the day with sorrow tomorrow
For Tili has returned to the Maker.
The Old Ones have passed away, their homes are the stones far off, below,
Their spirits are laboring free. Where are their spirits laboring?
Only the rocks know, or the passing wind.
And Tili has returned to the Maker.
Are they below, the Old Ones? Are they here?
Do they labor warm by his forge, do they see our offering?
Tomorrow is naked and empty, for Tili has gone
He is no longer seated with us at our fire.
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