The Ale and the Anvil

[Verse] In a tavern hall of long ago Where the dwarves would sing and the ale would flow With mandolins strumming Their voices would ring A fiery crowd Oh The songs they would bring Hammers pounding Like a rhythmic drum As the dwarves forged weapons Their battles begun With hearts ablaze Their spirits would rise In tales of glory They found their prize [Verse 2] Through perilous caves They would venture far With every step bringing them closer to star Through dungeons deep They sought their fate With swords and shields They faced the weight Of an ominous fate They never forsaw They had dug too deep, the fire demon did awake The balrog filled with rage and hate Slew a many brave dwarf, making its home within their cave Footsteps pounding LIke a rhythmic drum As the dwarves marched onward From their mountain home Spirits broken and trampled Hearts no longer aflame Their spirits hung low, Waiting to rise once again Waiting to rise once again. [Outro] The seventh in a line of sons, Durin be his name With axe in hand and Dwarves by his side The halls shall again rise Be a kingdom once again Until Dagor Dagorath, the world's final days. [outro, mandolin, instrumental, humming]