The old rhymes
They‘re on my mind

We‘re one tribe
We share our memories
Clear and bright
We walk as one
Our lines are bound together
We share fate
We share one fate
We share fate

Voices calling, I‘m the one
glorious vision
What [bad word] 

Now let our axes sing an anthem
The glory of all dwarves

Protector of the free lands
We redeem our mission
We‘re brothers, one by one
Divine Smith‘s valiant sons
By Vraccas
It‘s our destiny

We are the chosen
We are the children
We are forged in fire
And made of stone

We are the guardians of the realm
From the beginning till the end
We will praise the Divine
Who will last till eternity

Forged in fire we were born
We‘re made of stone
By Old father‘s hand
Gave life to us, and more
Then from father to son
He made us dwarves 
The guardians of the lands
Still we carry on
Stand side by side
We will defeat the fiercest enemy

We are the chosen
We are the children
We are forged in fire and made of stone
We are the guardians of the realm
From the beginning till the end
We will praise the Divine
He will last till eternity

We are the chosen
We are the children
We are forged in fire and made of stone
We are the guardians of the realm
From the beginning till the end
We will praise the Divine
The old smith
We‘ll be thine

We are the chosen
We are the chosen ones
We are the children

We‘re the children 
We are born to be
The guardians of the realm

We‘re the children 
We are born to be
The eternal guardians of the land