Introduction

Dwarven pick and song cry out loud
With age old skills, made duly proud
The earthen riches are their spoil
Paid for dearly with sweat and toil
A hundred nay thousand work as one
Hidden forever from morning sun
But now so quite, the mines they wait
For Dwarven souls to again make great.

 Spirits of anger, and giants of black
Leap from the shadows, their intention attack
Blinding light and elemental might
Projected forth to aid in the fight
But power unleashed with nowhere to go
Strikes out at all, both friend and foe.

 In the service of the Soulforger, he is the last
A creation of service from ages long past
Gond guards the cathedral of the high Dwarven Lord
Creator of armour, battleaxe and of sword
Though the people are gone now, driven away or slain
By an arcane race, so totally vain

 In the woods of the north, lives a bird that some scorn
As a butcher of live as it uses a thorn
To impale its food, but the shrike of this place
Is not of feather and blood and a creature of grace
But a monster of war built just to kill
Of murder and death, its can't get its fill.

 On hooks hang its victims many thousands were slain
They came for all reasons, but all died in vain
Their stories are lost now, their fate has been sown
And all that remains is tattered flesh and bone

 A forge of shadows and spirits of kings
Blood spattered passages and from darkness rings
The sound of steel on adamantine hide
Whirling blades that strike out on each side
The flash of spell and the curse of mage
Man and Dwarf both cry out in rage
Life's blood flows and metal smashed asunder
Emerald light flares and lances out as thunder
Then once again sweet silence descends
Wounds are healed, but the creatures rends
Continue to well and life ebbs and wanes
The cavern floor covered with fresh bloodstains.

 Wounds now all closed resolve girded with steel
Stomachs filled with Moradin's gift of Holy Meal
They strode forward as one from the city of the past
Descending below to a place that was last
A place of high slaughter a chasm with no route
Across to confront the dark reptile brute
But they must continue to gain the last key
To gain access past warding the Hammer to free

 A new bridge of stone the width of a hair
A soul glances down, spirit full of despair
Fear seizes control, limbs lock in place
Terror of falling across many a face
But if this is to stop them they have not a chance
So they bolster resolve and again they advance.

 To the left, to the right, in front and the rear
The sound of new danger, getting rapidly near
To stand and to fight would be the act of a fool
But wisdom prevails and they run from the hall

 A cavern of heat with rock flowing free
Stands in their path but let magic decree
A way to go forward to meet wave of stone
That crashes down tunnel to smash flesh and bone
Still from the rubble and mayhem that ensues
Apart from the mage most suffer but bruise.

 Goaded by Drow they charge into death
Flesh boiled way by Deep Dragon breath
Poor David succumbs, two lights snuffed as one
The cowardly ranger turns back to run
Again he has failed to protect what is dear
And once again emerges his deepest fear
But heroic Dwarves charge and honour is saved
Axes cut deep, Deep Dragon blood craved
Hate, rage and blood, boil and vent true

 Back to the fray, reptile death to ensue
Now it is personal and the dragon will die
With last dying breath the Ranger would try
The great wurm lies dead but with such cunning and guile
He knows that in death he continues to smile
To mock and to jibe at the end of his friend
All that he loved again comes to an end

 How much can one fail in one human's years
How many must die bearing the tears
How can it be that the best are to die
How is it so that the scum and the sly
The filth and the dregs and those worth not a jot
Just look on and smile as the worthy ones rot.

 I remember a time not so long in the past
When three ventured forth, three souls that were cast
In a melting pot of fate, what was once so scattered
Was fused and was melded, shaped and was matted
The three were as one , brothers in soul
Now all that remains is worth nothing at all.

 Treasures as far as the eye can see
Just worthless metal to David and me
For all that I have to take back home
Of my friend is a pitted skull of bone
As I think back again my memory has taught
Me that my friends demise was all my fault

 Out of despair beyond wildest dream
The Soulforger takes the gold that does gleam
And strikes that does shine on his anvil of might
Reforges my friend and makes matters right
All that I know however long that I live
Whatever he wants I will willingly give.

 Two Dwarves one dark and the other one light
Wait for petition form the one that is right
To claim what awaits for the wielder to claim
The last part of the axe of the Dwarven King Thrain

 Sapphire and rose are the keys to the goal
But making mistake takes a heavy toll
As lightning doth flow tween white and black
Arcs through petitioner, flesh burns and bones crack.
The way past is so simple and the Elders they knew
With the powers of extreme there is nothing to do

 Four elemental pillars water, earth, air and fire
A single mistake may have results most dire
The ancients knew what shouldn't be held in a cage
Let all go free is the council of sage.

 Finally before us is the Hammer of Thrain
Ready to be taken and wielded again
Two keys for two locks both now obtained
And used as designed will let the Hammer be gained

 A thousand years on Thrains pride is again free
But grey Dwarves of evil the Hammer doth see
We fight for good and together we stand
To keep mystic Hammer from Duergar hands.
And when at last the final cursed one falls
We know is time to leave Lord Thrain's Halls

 One last assault is thrown our way
But Gond is there to save the day
And whisks our scrawny hides once more
Out to safety through Hold door

 Now it is over, again we see the sky
Danger behind us, and I realize with a sigh
The our friend and our guardian the Dwarf golem of steel
Who saved David's life, gave council to reveal
The mystery and knowledge locked away underground
Gave help and advice that all proved so sound
Thrice cursed and twice blessed in this form he may bring
Solace to soul for Thrain, Dwarven King.