I was born underground,
Where daylight never strays,
Beating monsters to death,
With nothing in my hands.
I had but one memory,
Almost strange, a mystery,
Of a walnut seed so small,
But that could have fixed it all.
My maddened mind gave me hope,
My hands will make it real, I cope,
My dwarven beard - my only shield,
And now...
AKUR! AKIR! AKAM!