We've dug our holes and hallowed caves,
Put goblin foes in shallow graves,
This day our work is just begun,
In the mines where Mithral rivers run.
Beneath the stone the metal gleams,
While torches shine on sliver streams,
Beyond the eyes of the spying sun,
In the mines where Mithral rivers run.
To Stoneheart Clan we sing our praise,
With skillful picks and hammers raised.
They carved the Mithral from the caves,
Enriched our halls, brought better days.
The secrets of the Stoneheart Clan
Were held in Dumathoin’s hand,
Beyond the eyes of the spying sun,
They made the Mithral rivers run.
The hammers chimed. Mithral at last
As pure as found in ages past.
A craftsman's work is never done,
In the mines where Mithral rivers run.
But some let greed possess their minds.
And raised their hands ‘gainst Dwarven kind.
Clan Gemdelver stole that night
The Stoneheart’s claim, their lawful right.
Their axes swung with treacherous might,
Fueled by envy, greed, and spite,
The clang of steel, the cries of pain,
In the depths where darkness reigns.
Brothers turned against their own,
Gemdelver deceit so clearly shown,
With evil force they did conspire,
To smother Stoneheart's sacred fire.
Their mining secrets none would tell
And so by bloody rage they fell.
Their grief-filled tunnels never healed,
And Dumathoin his blessing sealed.
In the mines where Mithral rivers ran,
No trace remained for the evil clan.
And Dumathoin's secret will never be told,
To one without the Heart of old.