Das cinzas um fogo há de vir From ashes and fire be broken Uma luz das sombras surgirá A light from the shadows shall spring Renovada será a lâmina que estava quebrada Renewed shall be blade that was broken O descoroado será novamente rei The crownless shall again be king
O mundo é cinzento, as montanhas velhas The world is grey, the mountains old O fogo da forja está pálido e frio The forge's fire is ashen and cold Nenhuma harpa torcida, nenhum martelo cai No harp is wrung, no hammer falls A escuridão habita os salões de Durin The darkness dwells in Durin's halls
A sombra reside sobre seu túmulo The shadow lies upon his tomb Mas as estrelas submersas ainda aparecem But still the sunken stars appear Nas trevas sem ventos de Mirrormere In the dark and windless mirrormere Lá está sua coroa em águas profundas There lies his crown in waterdeep
Até que Durin desperte novamente 'Til Durin wakes again from sleep Uma espada mortal, uma mão curadoura A deadly sword, a healing hand Uma voz de trombeta, uma mão em chamas A trumpet voice, a burning hand Um senhor de sabedoria A lord of wisdom Morto
Fogo e sombra, ambos desafiados Fire and shadow, both defied Em Khazad-dum sua sabedoria morta In Khazad-dûm his wisdom died Em alegria tu tens vivido In joy thou hast lived Em alegria tu tens vivido In joy thou hast lived
Se tu ouvistes o lamento If thou hearest the cry Da gaivota sobre a costa Of the gull on the shore Tua alma não mais Thy soul shall then rest Na floresta descansará In the forest no more
Fire and shadow both defied In Khazad-dûm his wisdom died In joy thou hast lived In joy thou hast lived
If thou hearest the cry Of the gull on the shore Thy soul shall then rest In the forest no more
From ashes and fire be broken A light from the shadows shall spring Renewed shall be blade that was broken The crownless shall again be king
The world is grey, the mountains old The forge's fire is ashes cold No harp is wrung, no hammer falls The darkness dwells in Durin's halls
The shadow lies upon his tomb But still the sunken stars appear In the dark and windless mirrormere There lies his crown in waterdeep
'Til Durin wakes again from sleep A deadly sword, a healing hand A trumpet voice, a burning hand A lord of wisdom
Fire and shadow, both defied In Khazad-dûm his wisdom died In joy thou hast lived In joy thou hast lived
If thou hearest the cry Of the gull on the shore Thy soul shall then rest In the forest no more
Fire and shadow both defied In Khazad-dûm his wisdom died In joy thou hast lived In joy thou hast lived
If thou hearest the cry Of the gull on the shore Thy soul shall then rest In the forest no more