🐉Glaurung’s Bane🪓 (Epic Tale Version) (Cover) (Cover) (Cover)

[Intro – SPOKEN | elder dwarf voice | raspy, echoing | slow war drums behind] In fire they rose, in stone they stand, From halls of iron and blackened brand. Their oaths were carved in mountain bone— And one shall face the Flame alone. (Spoken line:) “The dwarves are upon you.” (Sung or chanted Khuzdul:) KHA-zahd ai MAY-noo! [Verse 1 – SOLO | deep male dwarf voice | steady, slow | war drums + low drone] From Belegost the war-host came, With beards of iron, eyes like flame. They did not sing, they did not cry— They marched to win or die. [Chorus – MALE CHOIR | deep, chant-style | earthy and unison, not melodic] Steel shall not yield to flame! We carve our oath in name! With hammer, axe, and roaring breath, We fear no fire, we mock at death. BAR-ook kha-ZAHD! KHA-zahd ai MAY-noo! (Sung loud and percussive, rhythmically like a battle cry) [Verse 2 – SOLO | deeper and rougher voice | tense and cold] The sky went black, the dragon came, A tide of fear, a storm of flame. But dwarves stood fast, their shields held tight— Unbroken stone defied the night. [Verse 3 – SOLO | Azaghâl’s voice | bold, rasped, warrior-like | increasing intensity] Azaghâl rose through smoke and fire, He met the beast with fierce desire. He swung his axe through flame and skin, And roared defiance deep within. [Chorus – MALE CHOIR | stronger than before, slightly varied] Steel shall not yield to flame! We carve our oath in name! With hammer, axe, and roaring breath, We fear no fire, we mock at death. ZAR-ak ai MAY-noo! BAR-ook GUN-doo-DOOM! [Verse 4 – SOLO | Azaghâl | low, slow, fading | broken but proud | NO high voice] He fell beneath the molten roar, But scarred the beast with blood and war. The dragon fled, the host stood tall— His name still shakes the mountain wall. [Final Chorus – MALE CHOIR | slow crescendo | full force, throat-like harmony] Steel met fire, and fire fled. Stone stood firm while kings lay dead. Azaghâl’s name the mountains keep, In halls where warriors never sleep. BAR-ook kha-ZAHD! ZAR-ak ai MAY-noo! KHA-zahd ai MAY-noo! The fire fled — the dwarf stood true! [Outro – SPOKEN | elder dwarf voice again | soft fading drones, echo] His axe lies deep where dragons tread, But still his name the anvils spread. In forge and fire, songs remain— Of Glaurung’s Bane, who bore no chain. (Final spoken whisper:) KHA-zahd ai MAY-noo…