Song of the Caverns

Mountains steep and quarries bright
that wind down past the bones
to chasms deep with ores in sight
that flow beneath the stones.
The earth is slow and stone is fast
and forges sing this song.
The drums that beat are solemn bells
that tell our soul belongs.
We work the stone and melt the ore
and hammer the steel fair.
We'll bind the earth beneath its vault
in caverns vast and spare.
Beneath the mountains, our song rings out
in vaulted cavern halls.
The sky is vast and clouds are fair
on dwarven cavern walls.
The gems are sleeping in the earth
And long our song will last,
as solemn bells ring out to us
like hammers falling fast.
We'll sing and swing and mine and dig
until the ages pass,
and stone turns dust to ash and mud
where dwarven caverns last.
The sky is vast and song is deep
in dwarven cavern halls.
The mountains fair are ten miles high
on dwarven cavern walls.
With ale and beer and mug in hand
we'll toast the friendly skies.
We see them from the deepening vast
their visage fair there lies.
The dwarven hall with open walls
will guard the gates of morn.
We’ll see the skies that open there,
from molten ore we're born.