Stoneheart's Spire
Lyrics
In the heart of the mountain, where molten fires rage,
Dwarves of ancient lineage, with hammers and with sage,
They toiled 'neath the star-forged sky, their beards ablaze with pride,
To build a city monumental, where dreams and stone collide.
Oh, Stoneheart's Spire, rising high,
A pyramid of granite, touching the sky.
Dwarven architects, with hands of might,
Carved their legacy in stone, through day and night.
Layer upon layer, they stacked the massive blocks,
Each stone a testament, to their unwavering stock.
From the caverns deep below, to the summit's icy peak,
Their city grew, a marvel bold, where secrets dared to speak.
Oh, Stoneheart's Spire, rising high,
A pyramid of granite, touching the sky.
Dwarven architects, with hands of might,
Carved their legacy in stone, through day and night.
The tunnels echoed with their songs, as chisels bit the rock,
Legends etched in runic glyphs, tales of valor and shock.
They mined the veins of crystal, imbued with ancient lore,
Forged alliances with earth and flame, their spirits evermore.
Oh, Stoneheart's Spire, rising high,
A pyramid of granite, touching the sky.
Dwarven architects, with hands of might,
Carved their legacy in stone, through day and night.
At the pinnacle, a throne of gemstones gleamed,
Where the High King sat, his eyes like embers, it seemed.
He surveyed his domain, from the apex of their might,
A city forged in sweat and blood, bathed in eternal light.
Oh, Stoneheart's Spire, rising high,
A pyramid of granite, touching the sky.
Dwarven architects, with hands of might,
Carved their legacy in stone, through day and night.
So raise your tankards, dwarves of old, to the Spire that defies fate,
For in the heart of solid rock, they built a city great.
May their hammers ring forever, their songs echo through the halls,
In Stoneheart's Spire, their saga lives, as the mountain proudly calls.
Dwarves of ancient lineage, with hammers and with sage,
They toiled 'neath the star-forged sky, their beards ablaze with pride,
To build a city monumental, where dreams and stone collide.
Oh, Stoneheart's Spire, rising high,
A pyramid of granite, touching the sky.
Dwarven architects, with hands of might,
Carved their legacy in stone, through day and night.
Layer upon layer, they stacked the massive blocks,
Each stone a testament, to their unwavering stock.
From the caverns deep below, to the summit's icy peak,
Their city grew, a marvel bold, where secrets dared to speak.
Oh, Stoneheart's Spire, rising high,
A pyramid of granite, touching the sky.
Dwarven architects, with hands of might,
Carved their legacy in stone, through day and night.
The tunnels echoed with their songs, as chisels bit the rock,
Legends etched in runic glyphs, tales of valor and shock.
They mined the veins of crystal, imbued with ancient lore,
Forged alliances with earth and flame, their spirits evermore.
Oh, Stoneheart's Spire, rising high,
A pyramid of granite, touching the sky.
Dwarven architects, with hands of might,
Carved their legacy in stone, through day and night.
At the pinnacle, a throne of gemstones gleamed,
Where the High King sat, his eyes like embers, it seemed.
He surveyed his domain, from the apex of their might,
A city forged in sweat and blood, bathed in eternal light.
Oh, Stoneheart's Spire, rising high,
A pyramid of granite, touching the sky.
Dwarven architects, with hands of might,
Carved their legacy in stone, through day and night.
So raise your tankards, dwarves of old, to the Spire that defies fate,
For in the heart of solid rock, they built a city great.
May their hammers ring forever, their songs echo through the halls,
In Stoneheart's Spire, their saga lives, as the mountain proudly calls.