In the death-charged depths
The miner’s courage was strengthened,
There where the waters of the abyss come forth
And the heat rises from the chasm.
 
Undaunted through all the horrors
He boldly clears his way,
Though the flame may lick at his heels,
Though the floodwaters surge toward him.
 
As the lord and master of the mountain
He reigns in the dark kingdom,
And the spiteful spirits flee
When the rocks ring from his blows.
 
Then, when he comes once more to the smelter
Where the joy of peace blooms for him,
He soon and gladly returns
To the realm in which he reigns.
 
He seeks anew for dangers
Far from the sunny day,
So that the dark ones may learn
What his bold courage can accomplish.
 
But when wild storms
Threaten his homeland,
From the towers the varlet
Is summoned from the shaft to fight,
 
He rises upward like a thunderstorm,
Speedily prepared to perform bold deeds,
And the foes may tremble
When he who has vanquished spirits nears.