Clamavi De Profundis - When the Hammer Falls

Down in the deep,
Where the dragon used to sleep,
Glorious gold,
Glimmers in our home of old,
Dark as the night,
Where the day has lost its light,
When the hammer falls.

When the hammer falls,
And it sounds through the halls,
When the hammer falls,
Freeing treasures from the walls,
When the hammer strikes,
And the kingdom comes to life,
When the hammer pounds,
Like the thunder underground,
When the hammer falls,
When the hammer falls!

Of legend and myth,
Is the craft of the smith,
The molten metal poured,
And pounded into sword,
From the fire is made,
Every Dwarven axe and blade,
When the hammer falls.

When the hammer falls,
Forging weapons for all,
When the hammer falls,
Songs of battle fill the halls,
When the hammer flies,
Lines of armored Dwarves arise,
With the hammer’s roar
We go marching off to war!
When the hammer falls,
When the hammer falls!

The orcs came to our land,
And we fought them hand to hand.
Sweat and blood,
Turned the ground to mud,
Dwarf and Orc in strife,
Sought to vanquish every life,
When the hammer falls.

When the hammer falls,
Back our enemy crawls
When the hammer quakes,
Orcish cowards’ bones will break,
When the hammer cracks,
And it beats their armies back,
When the hammer’s boom,
Sends the monsters to their doom,
When the hammer falls,
When the hammer falls!

When the hammer falls,
Then our victory calls,
When the hammer falls,
Songs of glory fill the halls,
When the hammer flies,
Mighty heroes now arise,
With the hammer’s sound,
Live the Dwarves down underground,
When the hammer falls,
When the hammer falls!