Songs of the Dwarves
The songs of the Dwarves are carved into memory as surely as runes are carved into stone. We do not merely sing-we remember, and in remembering, we honor those who shaped the deep places before us. These chants echo in our great halls, in our forges, and in the hearts of all who call the mountain home. Let those who hear them feel the heartbeat of the earth itself.
- Preserved in the Hall of Echoes by Choirmaster Grundin Ironthroat, Voice of Mount Basin
The Forgefather''s Chant
Sung in rhythm with hammer strikes in the great forges
Strike the iron, shape the steel,
Make it strong so it will not yield!
Tiamat''s children, born of stone,
Forge the blade and make it known!(Strike!) For the mountain!
(Strike!) For the clan!
(Strike!) For the work of Dwarven hand!Fire and stone and sweat and will,
The forge burns hot, the hammer''s skill,
What we make shall last the ages,
Written in steel, not paper pages!(Strike!) For our fathers!
(Strike!) For our sons!
(Strike!) Until the final forging''s done!
Deep Roads Remembrance
A solemn hymn sung at Dwarven funerals
Return now to the stone, brother,
Return now to the deep,
Where Tiamat waits in darkness,
To grant eternal sleep.You carved your name in mountain halls,
You forged your deeds in flame,
And when the Stone Speakers sing of old,
They shall recall your name.The deep roads call you homeward,
To caverns none have seen,
Where ancestors sit in judgment,
Of all that you have been.Fear not the final darkness,
For darkness is our friend,
The stone that shaped our beginning,
Shall also shape our end.
The Lament of Amber''s Call
Sung by the exiled clans, forbidden within earshot of the fallen city
O Amber''s Call, O Amber''s Call,
We built you high, we watched you fall,
The void crept in through crack and seam,
And turned our glory to a scream.Thrain the Builder laid your stone,
His children made your halls their own,
For seven generations strong,
We thought our home would last as long.But pride, they say, digs too deep,
And wakes the things that ought to sleep,
The shadow came, the shadow fed,
And Amber''s Call became the dead.We who fled still hear the drums,
Still feel the dread of what there comes,
One day we''ll return with steel and flame-
And Amber''s Call shall rise again.
Ale Hall Chorus
A drinking song, shouted in taverns across Dwarven lands
Fill my cup and fill it high,
We''ll drink until the barrels dry!
For Dwarven ale is thick and strong,
And Dwarven nights are dark and long!Chorus:
Heave ho! The mountain''s call!
We are the sturdiest of all!
Let Giants boast and Dragons preen,
The Dwarves drink deep and stand between!My grandfather drank from this same cup,
His father too, and on and up,
A hundred generations deep,
This drinking horn is ours to keep!(Repeat Chorus)
So raise your voice and stamp your feet,
The night is young, the ale is sweet,
Tomorrow brings the forge and mine,
But tonight, my friends, we drink divine!