In the caverns of Brax’dûm, beneath the howling stone… We hewed our oaths in steel and flame… Now rise, O Hammerlords… for the Quest has begun! From the mines of molten iron, through the Gates of Clangor Deep, We march with beards a-blazing, and never pause for sleep! The runes are carved in fire, the ale flows thick with might, A demon stole the anvil’s soul—now we reclaim the night! FORGE! THE! BLADE! OF DOOM! With thundersteel and shadow bloom! RIDE! THE! GOAT! OF FATE! To crush the cursed and seal their fate! FIRE IN OUR LUNGS, AXES IN HAND, DWARVES OF GLORY SHALL MAKE OUR STAND! The Lichlord guards the Ember Crypt, with bones that scream and burn, But we’ve got hammers blessed by gods, and axes that don’t turn! Our cleric shouts the holy words, the bard lets out a wail, We broke the siege of Varnak-Khul and drank the mead of Grail! “By the beard of Morndin, we smite the damned!” Solos shred like magma bursting from the land “No elf shall lead us, no man command— We carve our oaths with iron hands!” FORGE! THE! BLADE! OF DOOM! Let the anvils crack and mountains boom! CRUSH! THE! BONE! OF FEAR! Raise your mugs and bring war near! STEEL IN OUR BLOOD, STONE IN OUR VEINS, WE ARE THE CLAN THAT NEVER BREAKS CHAINS! Now the blade is glowing red, with souls of evil slain, The forge has sung its final chord, the world shall know our name. We raise it to the starlit skies, beneath the mountain’s breath, And swear to guard the realms of light until our noble death. “Forge the blade… forge the blade… forge the blade… of DOOOOOM!”
