The world is grey, the mountains old
The forge's fire is ashen-cold.
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls
The darkness dwells in Durin's halls.
The shadow lies upon his tomb
In Moria, in Khazad-dûm.
But still the sunken stars appear
In dark and windless Mirrormere.
There lies his crown in water deep
Til' Durin wakes again from sleep.
The forge's fire is ashen-cold.
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls
The darkness dwells in Durin's halls.
The shadow lies upon his tomb
In Moria, in Khazad-dûm.
But still the sunken stars appear
In dark and windless Mirrormere.
There lies his crown in water deep
Til' Durin wakes again from sleep.
Freedom is not cheap and those, who are not ready to pay, end up becoming slaves.
Kids who have never seen peace and kids who have never seen war have different values.
When things are in danger, someone always has to give them up, so others can keep them.
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No matter how many chances I get, I will always go back to the time when we first met because this is where I belong to, You are, where I belong to.
We romanticise the stars so much, but we often forget the dark that made them visible.
You can shut up 50 scholars with just one fact but you can shut up a single fool even with 50 facts.
A person whose legs have been cut off can still crawl to his destination, but how can a bird with its wings cut off ever dream of touching the skies?