The Dwarven Chant

In a gnarly forest of the ancient night

The way is lost and hidden in conspiracy

A glowing fire is lighting the abode

Darkness befalls the everlasting green

The Sun has set and there is no way to go

Surrounded by the whispers of the creaking woods

Big Shadows are falling from the Moon

Coldness arises from the humid sparkling soil

From a far coppice where the treetops fall asleep

Voices are arising along their way

Getting stronger with every single step

Never heard this sound amidst of the Night

Has the time come for a myth coming true?

The reason for the harm, a reason for the plague

Is it really true what the old have told?

Nasty little feet bring the harm in our home

The story of the old dwarven chant

Always told by the oldest wood

Never to be seen, never to be heard

A human oath since knighthood

Rumors being spread and lies go around

Knights will revere and kings were crowned

No one will bear, no one will dare

An unforgettable sound

Now so loud that it shakes the earth

A reverential murmur, response from the roots

The wood is pulling tight and the fire starts to flee

There is no way to hide, no way to go

A feast has begun in the winter’s decade

Now they are ready to show their face

Human’s harm is their joy of life

A bloody massacre will end this day

Should I run or should I rather climb?

Where is the escape, where am I safe?

They are near, surrounded by them

This is the end, the slaughter has come

A Myth was told

A myth has been told so long ago

A Myth was told

A myth has been told so long ago

Has the time come for a myth coming true?

The reason for the harm, a reason for the plague

Is it really true what the old have told?

Nasty little feet bring the harm in our home

Burning roofs and flying axes

Whetting blades that compose a song

A forgotten melody refreshed by the blood

The chant which will once rise again