In the deep where stones hum, under mountains so tall,
Dwarven polities stand, they will fight, they will fight, they won't fall.
From their thrones carved of stone, to the valleys they roam,
They forge alliances strong, as they march from their home.

For the glory of stone, for the honor of kin,
They clash 'neath the earth, where the daylight grows dim.
With the call of their songs, and the might of their roar,
Dwarven-folk brave, wage their wars ever more.
Dwarven-folk brave, wage their wars ever more.

Through the caverns they charge, with their banners unfurled,
Defending their halls against threats from the world.
From the gold-laden mines to the ancient throne room,
They'll defend their domain from impending doom, from impending doom.

For the glory of stone, for the honor of kin,
They clash 'neath the earth, where the daylight grows dim.
With the call of their songs, and the might of their roar,
Dwarven-folk brave, wage their wars ever more.
Dwarven-folk brave, wage their wars ever more.

Across the valleys wide, 'neath the shadowed peaks,
Dwarven armies stride, as the war-horn speaks.
To the pyramid-cities, where the ancients fell,
They march to claim the lands, where the legends dwell.

For the might of the mountains, for the valleys they claim,
In the name of their ancestors, they kindle the flame.
With the strength of the stone, and the force of their will,
Dwarven polities clash, as the earth stands still.

From valley to next, under skies so stark,
They lay siege to the cities, hidden in the dark.
With their axes so bright, and their spirits so fierce,
They fight for their kin, as the axes and spears pierce.

For the might of the mountains, for the valleys they claim,
In the name of their ancestors, they kindle the flame.
With the strength of the stone, and the force of their will,
Dwarven polities clash, as the earth stands still.

Hear the clash of the shield-walls, see the sparks as they fly,
As they vie for control, 'neath the mountainous sky.
In the heart of the valleys, where the echoes bore,
Dwarven kin stand united, in the lore of the war.

For the might of the mountains, for the valleys they claim,
In the name of their ancestors, they kindle the flame.
With the strength of the stone, and the force of their will,
Dwarven polities clash, as the earth stands still, stands still.

When the war-horns grow silent, and the fires dim,
Songs of the valiant, through the halls will brim.
For the dwarves of the mountains, with their hearts so bold,
Will be sung of in tales, in the ages told.