Oh, who can say, for who was there
When all things came into the air?
And who can know? Who was around
When all was made, and their forms were found?
When first bright stars sent forth their light
When first ice frost covered the night
When first the west wind unfurled the seas
When first gleaming fruit adorned the trees
When first nine moons tall mountains crowned
And all was silent underground
Then Irna the earth put forth her gift
A fountain deep in a darksome rift
Rivulets ran, far beneath the seas
Flowing like vines, far beneath the trees
Formed as it passed, in deep earth was cast
Far below ground, in deep chambers vast
How did it catch the starry-bright sky
Miles beneath shining realms on high?
Light in its depths, like fire or Sun
Through its own heart, living courses run
Iron is soft, and gold is dim
Smooth marble coarse, shining silver thin
Metal must fail, stone beauty lack
Beside the gift, the diamond black
It cannot be shaped, cannot be tamed
However it is found, so it is framed
Too hard to break, too true to melt
The Humbler thwarts arts of smith and smelt
Oh, Then was found that single treasure
A Sword unique in shape and measure
By Irna formed from the diamond black
The Earth-wrought, Unforged, Negankerdak
Lightcatcher, its appearance stark
Unbedecked yet flawless, dark
A glow in its depths from blade to hilt
Weapon of kings, for greatness built
The pride of dwarves, it held a place
That set us apart, a favored race
Who else received a gift of such worth?
Who else such blessings from the earth?
How, then, a gift that becomes a curse?
Blessing from heaven, to hell and worse?
Came from Shalda, a demon replete
With envy, hatred, and vile deceit
He stole from us in our delight
Negankerdak! That thief in the night!
Wielding no arts but evil and ire
He left our people in darkness dire
Oh! Negankerdak, when none could break you
What cruel malice could come and take you?
Where are you now, in enemy hands
A demon thrall, in what shadow lands?
Black Diamond sword, our symbol of light
Without you, see! Our days become night!
Gift from Irna, of metal most pure
Icon of our race, how shall we endure?
Forever I will be searching for you
Forever I will be seeking you