First for glory,
then for pride,
then for survival;
then we died.
**BELEGOST**
A time it was when we were young
And light shone through the halls
But little did we know the cost
To reign in majestic Belegost
Avians sailed above the trees
Of silver and of golden leaves
And remembered over a hundred years
Is the battle of Un-numbered Tears
The day was dark, our blood ran cold
And so it may when the story is told
Over the bridge and through the gate
The 'pards did come to teach us hate
The dark lord of death, he led them there
As arrow and axe flew through the air
And waiting was Thangadrim on his throne
As his soldiers were slain and turned to stone
The klaxon rang and flooded the well
And sealed the homes where we used to dwell
The race began in the lower hall
To paint the children on the wall
They rode on mastifs that could talk
And carried those too young to walk
Seven score children that did not cry
Seven score dwarves that did not die
The dark lord was sealed within his tomb
His demon filled the halls with gloom
And the foulest of creatures big and small
Filled the caverns of Belegost Hall
The years went by, the gates all sealed
Until the day our honor would be healed
We searched for the word, the thought, the sound
In Adalgrim's tomb the key was found
We breached the walls and the gloom we fought
In the atrium discovered what we sought
The book was found and names were spoken
The darkness cast out and curses broken
The wounds may heal, but the scars remain
Where a bridge shall fall, you must build it again
And now when the anvil rings out loud
The hammer strikes and makes us proud
-- Rydetalin