The night, dreaming stream of silver in spellbound valleys,
your spirit flies free on snowclad peaks, looking for the entry
of the lost country, of the ancestral abode, by now busy.
Return in the glory or on your shield!
Three heroes, with an only prupose:
expel the Enemy from the profaned crypts,
remove his claws from the immense treasures
of the dwarf's city.
Return in the glory or on your shield!
Drizzt Do'Urden, the dark elf, rejected among people;
Wulfgar Breongard, the barbarian, stronger between strong;
Bruenor Battlehammer, the dwarf, legitimate heir of Mithril Hall.
Return in the glory or on your shield!
On a dark throne, was perched the shadows dragon.
His presence, darkness; his black breath, desperation;
his fauces, always hot of the blood of the victims;
his claws, blades sharpen from thousand of killings.
Return in the glory or on your shield!
Three heroes, with an only purpose:
the courage is winning, the bravery value, the mission accomplished,
the glory attends them, the fame precedes them,
but one of them, more won't see the sun.
Return in the glory or on your shield!
Hail to you, oh brave dwarf…
