(©Summoning 2018)</p>

High on the mountains highest ridge<br>
Where oft the stormy winter gale<br>
Cuts life a scythe, while through the clouds<br>
It sweeps from vale to vale;<br>
Not five yards from the mountain path,<br>
Silvertine you on the left espy;<br>
And to the left, three yards beyond,<br>
You see a little muddy pound.</p>

I looked around, I thought I saw<br>
A jutting crag, and off I ran,<br>
Head-foremost, through the driving rain,<br>
The shelter of the crag to gain;<br>
And, as I am a man,<br>
Instead a jutting crag, I found<br>
Durins tower up from the ground...</p>

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Lyrics are a modified version of William Wordsworth's poem "The Thorn".</p>