The Dwarven Marching Song

[Intro] (low forge rhythm, hammer on anvil) [Male Vocal] (low, rumbling, steady) Under the hills the heart of the axe Arises from cinders the still core of the fire, Heated and hammered the handle an afterthought, For the hills are forging the first breath of war. The soldier's heart sires and brothers The battlefield. [Male Choir] Come back in glory Or on your shield. [Instrumental Turn] (anvil strikes, low drum) [Male Vocal] Out of the mountains in the midst of the air The axes are dreaming, dreaming of rock, The metal alive through the ages of ore, Stone on metal, metal on stone. The soldier's heart contains and dreams The battlefield. [Male Choir] Come back in glory Or on your shield. [Instrumental Turn] (deeper drums, hammer rhythm) [Male Vocal] Red of iron imagined from the vein, Green of brass, green of copper, Sparked in the fire, the forge of the world, Consuming in its dream as it dives into bone. The soldier's heart lies down, completes The battlefield. [Male Choir] Come back in glory Or on your shield. [Final Chant] (full dwarven male choir, slow and heavy) Come back in glory... Or on your shield. [Outro] (anvil strike, voices fading)