Verse 1: In the mountain halls, where the anvils sing, A legend walks, a forgotten king. With beard of snow and eyes that blaze, Grombrindal rises in ancient days. The winds may howl, the darkness press, But the White Dwarf stands, no less. With axe in hand and armor bright, He fights for honor, for dwarven might. Chorus: Grombrindal, the White Dwarf’s name, A hero eternal, unyielding flame. From Karaz Ankor to the world’s far edge, He fights for vengeance, his sacred pledge. Verse 2: A shadow of Grimnir, his wrath burns deep, The oaths he keeps are those carved steep. Through greenskin hordes and chaos dread, The White Dwarf charges where angels fear to tread. A rune-bound shield, his will like stone, He guards the kin, he stands alone. The might of the ancestors flows through his veins, In his presence, no grudge remains. Chorus: Grombrindal, the White Dwarf’s name, A hero eternal, unyielding flame. From Karaz Ankor to the world’s far edge, He fights for vengeance, his sacred pledge. Bridge: When the clans are sundered, and hope is frail, Grombrindal rises, his power prevails. The echoes of ancestors roar in his cry, For the White Dwarf fights, though the gods may die. Chorus: Grombrindal, the White Dwarf’s name, A hero eternal, unyielding flame. From Karaz Ankor to the world’s far edge, He fights for vengeance, his sacred pledge. Outro: And when the halls are filled with song, The White Dwarf’s tale will carry on. For Grombrindal’s spirit, steadfast and true, Lives in the heart of every Dawi anew.
