The Song of Hammerdeep Clamavi De Profundis

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