Sons and daughters of dwarves, we be.

Break the shackles of steel and Stone.
To the hills and mines which we call our home.
Were forged of iron, blood and steel.
Battle cries loud, make the enemy kneel.
Sing out proud Tell us how you feel.
Listen to the tune of the singing anvil.
All together, now hear us sing.
Below and belt out the Craftsman's creed.
Deep in our hearts We know, we're free.
Sons and daughters of dwarves we be.
Smelt The iron watch It bleed.
 Look, so beautiful, don't you agree?
Nobody shapes metal quite like we.
Bellow and belt out the Craftsman's creed.
Sons and daughters of dwarves we be.
Together we fight with dwarvin pride.
Everyone Shall sing of the day we died.
Hearts Full of fire Iron in ice.
So Throw in ax Let it be free like we.
Bellow and belt out the Craftsman's creed.
In valhallas forges, we soon shall be.
Sons and daughters of dwarves we be

rock With Viking drums And chanting And the sound of anvil