Numli's Prize

(Verse 1)

In halls of stone where hammers ring,

We dwarves toil and gems we bring.

But above all, our hearts do yearn,

For Numli's prize, our souls do burn.

(Chorus)

Oh, mithril bright, so strong and true,

With silver sheen, we honor you.

In fiery forges, we shape and mold,

To craft our treasures, pure as gold.

(Verse 2)

Through depths of earth, we delve so deep,

In search of Numli's secret keep.

For in its veins, our dreams do lie,

To forge our legacy, reaching high.

(Chorus)

Oh, mithril bright, so strong and true,

With veins of silver, our hope anew.

In armor and in weapons bold,

We find our worth, our story told.