The Song of Hammerdeep lyrics

The world was made with mighty hands

A blessing rests upon our lands

The home we have wrought, a sacred keep

The glorious halls of Hammerdeep

The craftsman shapes eternal art

The world seeks out the merchant′s cart

At banquet hall where blood is strong

The Dwarven mines ring out in song

Where jewels drive the dark away

And night becomes as bright as day

A honest end from an honest start

For wealth is found inside the heart

Where truth is crowned as king of all

And guile is a bitter gall

Here sweat must flow before the ale

And apron donned before the mail

But when a Dwarf is sent to war

He pines for home, his heart is sore

Though never was such bravery

Nor strength of hand or weaponry

A Dwarven fire is raging heat

His foe is fallen at his feet

With painful cries, the spirit stalls

Of evil, when the hammer falls

The world bemoans the lifeless hands

The Dwarves who died to keep their lands

The valiant souls of Hammerdeep

Shall echo in eternal sleep

The water flows, the fire glows

With hammer blows the kingdom grows

We work to set the earth aright

To build our realm of Dwarven might