Letra de ' Dwarves ' de Dagorlad

Deep inside the entrails
Of the Burning Mountains
Thousands of dwarves working grim.

In the suffocating heat
Brought by the boiling blood
Coming from the Depths of the Earth.

They are forging the steel
In the red viscous and strengthening fire
Cooling it down in the ice cold crystal water
Leaking from Mountain's top.

Their only obsessions:
The possession of tons of gold.
Taking up the orders,
From the armies of the world,
Preparing the strongest armoury,
Forging the sharpest swords and axes.
And so they became
The magicians of steel.

Their war machinery
Sophisticated, huge and threatening
Ready for the mass destruction
Of whatever army, village or town.

Putting on their armours
Getting their handmade weapons
Preparing their terrifying
And heavy machinery
Ready to rip off the flesh
Of the bodies of the enemy.
Cruel, Violent, Fearless.

For countless generations
The Dwarves learned the secrets of steel.
They learned the art of war
Making of them powerful allies
On the battlefields.
For large amounts of gold
They can be hired
To slay down everything on their way

Putting on their armours
Getting their handmade weapons
Preparing their terrifying
And heavy machinery
Ready to rip off the flesh
Of the bodies of the enemy.
Cruel, Violent, Fearless.

Little is their size,
But magnificent is their strength and perseverance