Doom of the deep folk wrote on blackened blades Tidings of Balin’s fate through tale of plight Stones of sorrow tell their tale as light fades Wrought by hands of time in stillness of night
Hooded faces silent beside the tomb Reflecting upon the brave lord’s lone quest Went alone to look in Mirror mere’s gloom An arrow in the dark death manifest
Grim readings sing bloody tunes of cruel ends Cloven shields and helms conjoin words to deeds Morning’s end to dread and horror extends Vile tides come to repeat prior misdeeds