Here’s to the days before the world was broken,
When foes came one by one, and none too strong!
Then Danger reigned, but Doom had not yet woken;
Then hope survived for peaceful lives and long.
Those loyal friends — they gave beyond all duty!
Here’s to the nights ’round campfire and table,
When pranks were played for laughter full and free!
Those songs segued to pleasant dreams and peaceful,
And in dawn’s clashing chorus, we’d agree.
Those lovers’ trysts — the last we knew of beauty!
Here’s to that hero’s era halcyon,
Before we fell too far, nor faced defeat.
Before the death, the torture, and temptation;
Before becoming what we tried to beat.
We had heard that there was treasure
In the caverns beyond measure,
Which ran deep beneath the Mountain,
Which had never had a name.
So we planned to name it "Danger"
(So's to frighten any stranger
Who had heard about the mountain)
And we went to stake our claim.
It was granted, on condition
That we go upon a mission
To explore beneath the mountain,
And return with money made.
We've a month for preparation,
Then we have to leave this station,
And seek gold within the mountain.
For our debt is yet unpaid.
You made us champions, with words of gold:
The bold, the few, who faced the fallen horde.
Return from all despair, your songs foretold;
In every sacrifice, you saw reward.
You spoke, and we were what we had to be:
Meek supplicants in honest need of aid;
Young rogues in eager search of villainy;
A fighting force, whose terms would be obeyed.
In nothing foreign could you find surprise;
You knew the nature of our every foe,
Could read their loves and terrors in their eyes,
And, with their form and tongue, amongst them go.
Your grave shall bear no sword, for, at the end,
You laid it down to meet them as a friend.