Oh the mountain's heart, it beats with gold.
In lands that make your blood run cold,
we labor to climb its granite crest,
to make our home its rocky breast.
And oh, the politics and immigrants,
the fisherdwarf and baroness,
well we try to accomodate...
but at any rate...
It was the pick, and the axe,
the hammer and our fists!
It was the muscle and the might,
and the beard of old McUrist!
It was the spear, and the crossbow,
the shield and the sword!
We're the ones who built this fortress
and fought the goblin horde!
So bring a dragon, bring some giants,
bring the hydras in tow.
We'll teach you more about magma
than you'll ever want to know!
Because we dug it, we built it,
we'll be damned if you're takin' it!
'Tis our home! 'Tis our pride
underneath the sky!
Even if we're decked in mud
we'll fight like Ironblood!
We'll bite, and we'll claw!
We'll sock you in the jaw!
We'll slash, and We'll bash!
We'll pummel and do more,
until you're just a sack of bony bloodied gore!
We're the dwarves of this fortress!
Challenge us if you must!
But you'll never, -EVER- take it
-AWAY- -FROM- -US-!
The Hardy Dwarf's Chant, to go along with some well-deserved spirits in the face of impending doom.
Intended to be sung more slowly towards the beginning to quickly pick up pace towards the end, often causing the more heavily intoxicated to mumble or grumble loudly, only to all join in at the paused and powerful end.
Shameless plug to Captain Mayday and Nist Akath, aka the Epic of Ironblood. Although, by now, the name should be known to even squirrels.
Hope it works for everyone.