Lyric discussion by Tindalos 

Therion pays homage to the Gods of old; telling us their stories so that they might Live again.

[English translation]

World of the Black Elves

[Gold of the underworld]

Do you hear the hammers' echo? Hear the the hammers' echo! It's Ivalden's sons, listen, They forge the gleaming treasure The gods' divineness

Schwarzalbenheim's worms Forge so gleaming gold Shaping the glory of the gods From the veins of the earth

Deep beneath stones and roots You find this rare folk Of the depth and let the eager smith Smartly weld the picture of your wish

Meanwhile beneath Fjorgyn's skin In the earth's hidden heart The dwarves of the underworld work With the gleaming gold of the gods

Draupnir, Mjölnir and Gullburste Art of the Black Elves Brokk da Eitre and Sindre Let the hammer strike again

Schwarzalbenheim's worms Forge so gleaming gold Shaping the glory of the gods From the veins of the earth

In the tunnels and the caves Like a mycelium in the underground They press ahead the Alchemy Which gives shine to the earth's fuits

Creating memories From far distance to create golden Dreams of tomorrow The gods' runes from the depth's Sun of the earth blossom

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