Under mire, a ring of fire
A mystic flame from Oron came
From the tremors of ancient embers
Crystal, treasures, and gold did flow
We the keepers of all things deeper
Must keep the flames, now pull the chains
Make the bellows blow
Burst of flame rising up before us
The forge of great renown
Our hearts beating now in chorus
To match the hammers pound
This is the realm of glory
The kingdom underground
Dwarven forge in the flaming roar we
Shall bind the blade renowned
Fill the wagons with bones of dragons
For armor stores never forged before
Coal depleted, the forge is heated
To smelt the ore, go back for more
Purge what's useable, pour the crucible
Blows precise in a hardy vise
Now make the bellows blow
Burst of flame rising up before us
The forge of heroes past
Our hands beating now in chorus
As molten hammers blast
This is the realm of glory
The kingdom under grass
Dwarven forge, filling up our stores, we
Forge weapons unsurpassed
Draw the sword
Encrusted hilt shall glow
Spear and axe and halberd
Metal white as snow
Keep the fire of Oron
Burning in the deep
Dwarven hand shall never
Let the hammer sleep
Burst of flame rising up inside us
The Dwarven army goes
Our hearts beating now in chorus
To match the hammers' blows
This is the realm of glory
The kingdom under snows
Dwarven forge, shielding us in war, we
Shall conquer all our foes
Through mountain coming
Here and beyond
The mountain coming
To escape beyond
Through the mountain morning
Here and beyond
The mountain morning
And glory on