Castes of craft, of blood, of birth, Underground proves truest worth. Royal lines keep record strong, Though written past may shift with song. as power demands! Faith in halls, community’s keep, Ancestral names in stone run deep. Constructs cast aside, old ways lost, Tradition weighs, whatever the cost. as power demands! Hammers strike, the bells resound, Old ways buried, new ones found. Festivals rise to mark the years, History shifts, yet stone still hears. For Dwarves, festivals honor ancestry — but history may be rewritten, as power demands!
