March of the Mithril Miners

Laughing through the mountain's door We seek the veins of precious ore Our anvils yearn for mithril light And in the deep, we claim our right [Pre-Chorus] With every swing, our songs resound (songs resound) In halls of stone, our fates are bound Hear the hammers ring in morn's embrace (strong and glowing) Sturdy boots march to the cavern's face Deep underground, where shadows hone Dwarf kin bound, to the heart of stone Pickaxes chime a joyful tune (joyful ringing) Through the dark, their laughter's hewn Dust of ages past kicked up by each stride Clink of metal, pride in every dwarf's eye Tales of old, of treasures won and lost Deep within the earth, where paths are crisscrossed [Chorus] Raise your mugs of ale, to the mountain's gift Silver streams in stone, through the rifts we sift In the heart of the mountain, the forge fires blaze (fiery hearts align) Our spirits unyielding as steel in the haze With pickaxe and shovel, the quest has begun (we delve the night away) For silver of mithril, 'neath the weight of the sun [Pre-Chorus] In the belly of earth, where gemstones secrete (beneath the crags so bold) We laugh in the echo of our rhythmic beat By lantern's light, our tales are spun (tales in the shadow) With every dig, we're closer, one step to sun Clashing pick, a symphony of might For in the rock, our hearts ignite [Chorus] To the depths we roam, with our kin beside (shoulders strong and wide) In search of the gleam only the brave decide Glint of ore in the miner's eye (bright eyes gleaming) Calloused hands grasp the prize from the sly Tunnels winding like the braids of the earth (twisting, turning) Dwarven laughter gives the echoes new birth [Pre-Chorus] Chisels strike with a purpose so clear (clear as crystal light) Bound by honor, the clan knows no fear