Our journey done, our rest is bold. A mountain delved, a reclaimed hold. Should ever baleful eyes turn low, let them meet upon that of our own. Let them remember, come struggle and strife, the free folk who had given their lives. Our kingdom is strong, it will go on. Heed the old tales; sing the old songs. Our grudge is struck, our envy faded. Our warriors turned in to rest, long-fated. To the next generation, we raise our hammers. That they themselves will smith great wonders. Our day is past. A new begins. We retire in peace, with no more sin.