In the heart of stone, where fires blaze
They toil in the forge, through the darkened haze
Hammers strike with a heavy sound
Crafting might, where legends are bound
The crafting song, hear their call
In the depths, where shadows fall
The crafting song, strong and grim
In the forge, dwarven anthems hymn
In the forge, dwarven anthems hymn
Molten metal, glowing bright
Shaping armor in the dead of night
Weapons forged in the deepest fire
Crafting steel with a grim desire
The crafting song, hear their call
In the depths, where shadows fall
The crafting song, strong and grim
In the forge, dwarven anthems hymn
Echoes of hammers, in the cavern's throat
Crafting tales in every note
Iron will, and hearts of stone
In the forge, dwarven spirits grown
From the anvil's spark to the furnace roar
We craft the tools of ancient lore
In the gloom, their legacy
Forged in fire, eternally
The crafting song, hear their call
In the depths, where shadows fall
The crafting song, strong and grim
In the forge, dwarven anthems hymn
So sing with us, in the forge's night
Crafting strength, in the flickering light
The crafting song, a dwarven vow
In the mountain, their riches grow
