[Verse I] In the mountain’s burning cradle, where the anvils never sleep, Ancient runes are carved in iron, secrets forged in caverns deep. Thunder rolls through halls of granite, like an oath the stone remembers, Echoes of the kings before us, roaring like eternal embers. [Pre-Chorus] By the hammer’s vow we rise, Bound by steel and fire skies! [Chorus] Raise the Holy Book of Dwarves to the storming heavens high! Let the runes ignite the darkness, let the mountain hear our cry! From the first forge-light of ages to the last war we shall stand, With the Holy Book of Dwarves held proudly in our hand! [Verse II] Pages gleam with molten wisdom, tales of heroes carved in ore, Blood and iron bound together from the days of ancient war. In its words the axes thunder, in its songs the spirits wake, Guardians of stone and valor, rising for the mountain’s sake. [Pre-Chorus] By the hammer’s vow we rise, Bound by steel and fire skies! [Chorus] Raise the Holy Book of Dwarves to the storming heavens high! Let the runes ignite the darkness, let the mountain hear our cry! From the first forge-light of ages to the last war we shall stand, With the Holy Book of Dwarves held proudly in our hand! [Bridge] When the night devours the daylight And the shadows seek the throne, Let the ancient scripture guide us— Every rune a sacred stone. Through the quake, through fire’s hunger, Through the wrath the world will shake, We defend our halls forever— Steel and faith shall never break! [Final Chorus] Raise the Holy Book of Dwarves to the storming heavens high! Let the runes ignite the darkness, let the mountain hear our cry! As the ages turn to legend and our names are carved in land, We ascend in fire and thunder— Holy Book of Dwarves in hand!
