Under the mountain
In a land made of gold
His soul wept in anguish
As it for a pittance was sold

The magic was plundered
His glory laid waste
The jewel that contained it
With evil it laced

A sword of great power
Three gems black as night
A dagger for darkness
Four rings, keys to might

Finiax showed vengeance
The thief died in pain
But such great enchantment
Would ne'er be seen again

And still to this day
In tunnels so cold
The master's voice can be heard
His pain clear to behold

Of the items of plunder
And the jewel black as night
Can naught be foretold
They are for heroes of might.