In a mountain tall,
you entered a dwarfen hall.
Having your eyes stroll,
after passing the massive wall.

Oversized and massive it appears,
old? probably some thousand years,
hammering fills your ears,
from taverns, loud cheers,

Tiny sturdy people, on the streets,
the melody of drummer beats,
Fire and metal the sacred treasure,
the value of this walls, no measure.

what secret it keeps,
in the old and ancient deeps.
A tankard of a golden brew,
and the finest mushroom stew.

Welcome to Dûn Aran,
home of the Thunder Clan,
In finest chainmail dressed,
with beer and beards blessed.