Axe of the Dwarvish Lords

Under the mountain
Where the living rock is hewn
Far under the mountain
Rings a deep and lonely tune

Who among us will be revealed
Who among us is fit to wield

Forged in the furnace
Where the gods lit the first flame
Made by the maker
For the ones who praise his name

One who was born to take command
The one who is fit to take in hand

The bane of the goblin hordes
Our standard forever more
That sеttled a thousand scores
The Axе of the Dwarvish Lords

Born under the mountain
You lived a life that few have known
For gods, gold and clan
And now you seek to mount the throne

You may be wise, you may be bold
But is your grip able to hold

The bane of the goblin hordes
Our standard forever more
That settled a thousand scores
The Axe of the Dwarvish Lords