Paroles de Idavoll

Come the Golden Age Two great halls under the Sun Most wondrous of all things Twelve great thrones to be with the One Mighty seats of judgement In the gilded hall Build now great forges of fire Hammer, tong and anvil To forge all other tools Work with metal, stone and wood Vast hoards of gold Golden houses rise Upon their thrones of judgement, Above the living earth, Maggots finding life in flesh, Will be granted their birth Gaining the likeness of men Knowledge and understanding Dwelling deep inside the ground Modsognir and Durin's kin (The Sibyl's Prohepcy : 11-16)