[Verse 1] Whispers in the dark of night With clanging steel and axe of might. We sally forth to drums of war We'll bring our foes up to deaths door. Strike hard strike true with sword in hand We'll drive them forth from our home land. Cleave deep cleave through by rock or stone Our warriors stand not alone. With pikes and glaives and blades in hand our voices ring in our war band. In hallowed halls we make our homes Our fiery spirit riven in our bones. [Chorus] Kal-zah! Kal-zah! You will hear our cry. Our Dwarven spirit shall never die. Mae-nume! Mae-nume! Our voices boom. Harm our kin and face your doom. [Verse 2] In ancient halls of rock and stone Our Thane gives boons to one and all. Great feasts we share throughout our land With joyous shouts we break our bread. Should foes come seek to end our kin We'll crush them while still revelin'. By beard, by grit we claim our place, our oath we give to serve our race. By hammer, by anvil we smite hot steel, to gird our selves with strengthened shields. The mountains heart beats a steady peal, It bolsters us and we'll never yield. [Chorus] Kal-zah! Kal-zah! You will hear our cry. Our Dwarven spirit shall never die. Mae-nume! Mae-nume! Our voices boom. Harm our kin and face your doom.
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