βοΈβββ’βββββ’βββοΈβββ’βββββ’βββοΈβββ’βββββ’βββοΈ π§ππ πππ¦π§ ππππ π π’π ππ¨π₯ππ‘ ππππ β πππ ππ ππ π π πΎππππ βοΈβββ’βββββ’βββοΈβββ’βββββ’βββοΈβββ’βββββ’βββοΈ ππ©ππππ π²πππΓ’π ! π ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ In the heart of the mountain, beneath stone and ash... We carved our homes not for goldβ¦ but for legacy. Our hands forged the world. Our songs shook the roots of the earth. We feared no darkness, no fire, no shadow. We are Durin's folk ! We are flameβ¦ and we are stone. ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ βββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’ββ Beneath the peaks of carven stone, The dwarves did shape a golden throne. Their axes rang, their fires roared, And mithril veins like rivers poured. βββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’ββ No king was prouder, none more bold, Than Durinβs line with hearts of gold. They carved the halls with hand and lore, And sang the stones forevermore. βββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’ββ Stone and flame! Hear our call! Dwarves will stand, we shall not fall! Forge and song, iron and prideβ We are the mountain, we shall not hide! βββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’ββ Their laughter roared like mountain wind, With mugs held high and battles pinned. Through deepest mines their courage ran, No beast could break a dwarvish clan. βββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’ββ They mined with pride, with craft and cheer, And sang as anvils split the year. And though the dark below them stirredβ No fear was in a dwarrow word. βββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’ββ Stone and flame! Hear our call! Dwarves will stand, we shall not fall! Forge and song, iron and prideβ We are the mountain, we shall not hide! βββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’ββ Baruk KhazΓ’d! KhazΓ’d ai-mΓͺnu! (Axes of the dwarves! The dwarves are upon you!) βββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’ββ Now Gimli walks with axe and song, Through paths where echoes still belong. The last of dwarves to see that light, Where mithril shone like stars at night. βββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’ββ He bears their name, their fire, their breathβ A hammerβs heart that defies death. And in his stride, the past remainsβ A memory forged in stone and flames. Stone and flame! Hear our call! Dwarves will stand, we shall not fall! Forge and song, iron and prideβ We are the mountain, we shall not hide! βββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’βββββ’ββ Β«β’»«β’»«β’»«β’»«β’»«β’»«β’»«β’»«β’»«β’»«β’»«β’»«β’Β»
