Dwarven Halls

In halls of stone, in halls of stone,

Our picks our quills, the Mine our tome,

With our own work, we build our World,

From rock and stone, we build our home.

In halls of stone, through layered rock,

We live whole lives needing no Sun

There’s gold which gleams, and fire of forge

The light of Day? No, we need none.

They say we Dwarves from surface came

For so we must, for so we must

They say we Dwarves the Sun disdained

And in its shine, we did not trust.

But know this well, do know this well,

And in your mind this knowledge lock:

We from no surface came; we’re from instead

Stone and rock, stone and rock.

From the Stone, we take our strength

For the Stone endures

You can carve it and shape it,

But the Stone is never yours.

From the Rock, we take our hearts,

Steady and strong, and yet as well

Dig down deep, to deepest rock

And strange things indeed do deep down dwell.

Through deep rock, we tunnel well

And there is meaning to our moil

Our lives we carve, as well as rock,

With the spirit of our toil.

In halls of stone, in halls of stone,

We build the World we make our own.