Raise your mugs, my brothers bold, In halls of iron, hearts of gold! Forge our fate in fire and stone, Our guild, our kin, we claim as home! From mountain halls, our axes ring, With hammer’s song and forge-fire sing. We carve the stone, we shape the land, By craft and courage, we make our stand. In ale-soaked nights, our tales unfold, Of battles fought and treasures told. Through storms at sea or caverns deep, The guild stands firm, its secrets keep. Raise your mugs, my brothers bold, In halls of iron, hearts of gold! Forge our fate in fire and stone, Our guild, our kin, we claim as home! Our fathers’ songs in stone engraved, By mothers’ hands, our childhood paved. Through winter’s bite and summer’s flame, We honor our name, we stake our claim. No coward treads where we have gone, The forge, the fight, the breaking dawn. In council halls, in secret rooms, We laugh, we plot, we stave off gloom. Raise your mugs, my brothers bold, In halls of iron, hearts of gold! Forge our fate in fire and stone, Our guild, our kin, we claim as home! “By the anvils of my forebears, hear me! The halls are ours, the mead is ours, But… ah! I cannot—my mind… it strays—” Behold my beard! A glorious tide, It sweeps like mountains far and wide! Each braid a tale, each curl a song, Its weight, its warmth, both fierce and long. It shields my chest from icy winds, It twines with honor, thick as sins. The foes may charge, the storms may roar, Yet none shall tame my whiskered lore! Raise your mugs, and marvel so, At braids and tangles in glorious flow! No steel, no spell, no ocean wide, Can match the glory of my pride! From chin to chest, it cascades free, A living map of ancestry. I stroke it when I plot and plan, I twirl it when I duel a man! In guild halls vast, or shadowed keep, It whispers secrets while I sleep. Each strand a memory, each knot a fight, My beard—my compass, my roaring light! Raise your mugs, my brothers bold, In halls of iron, hearts of gold! Forge our fate, but hear me cry: No guild’s as grand as this whiskered sky! Braids and iron, iron and braids, Through storm and sea, my pride pervades. Guild or beard, or both as one, Half-Dwarf forever, till day is done. Through storm and sea, my pride pervades. Guild or beard, or both as one, Half-Dwarf forever, till day is done. Guild or beard, or both as one, Half-Dwarf forever, till day is done. Half-Dwarf forever, till day is done. till day is done. till day is done.
