The world was made with mighty hands
A blessing rests upon our lands
The home we have wrought, a sacred keep
The glorious halls of Hammerdeep

The craftsman shapes eternal art
The world seeks out the merchant’s cart
At banquet hall where blood is strong
The Dwarven mines ring out in song

Where jewels drive the dark away
And night becomes as bright as day
A honest end from an honest start
For wealth is found inside the heart

Where truth is crowned as king of all
And guile is a bitter gall
Here sweat must flow before the ale
And apron donned before the mail

But when a Dwarf is sent to war
He pines for home, his heart is sore
Though never was such bravery
Nor strength of hand or weaponry

A Dwarven fire is raging heat
His foe is fallen at his feet
With painful cries, the spirit stalls
Of evil, when the hammer falls

The world bemoans the lifeless hands
The Dwarves who died to keep their lands
The valiant souls of Hammerdeep
Shall echo in eternal sleep

The water flows, the fire glows
With hammer blows the kingdom grows
We work to set the earth aright
To build our realm of Dwarven might