The old dwarf mutters to himself. Brave he was and strong…..let me sing my nonsense song:
Hezrou dunes run hot;
Ill ears ban dye;
Rare ones made ore to age.
Do you hear it, hidden in my song?
((P.S. Just to be nice, I will let you know, the clue isn’t auditory. I think the framing improperly suggested that it was and I am not so mean as to lead you astray.))
Edited I forgot a piece. I added “to age” to the last line.