We are warriors, fierce and brutal Living far from Sun and Moon Our greed for gold and jewels Will be our gloom and doom My lust for battle is bigger than me I'm forging metal in dungeon so deep We are feasting on the barley juice We grow our beards and keep it true Durin's sons are mountain-born Our hearts belong to Erebor Wardwarf I'm a wardwarf We are drinking stout and porter While were singing loud and proud Songs of honor, death and warfare Bloody meat and sauerkraut It's not that easy to find dwarven ladies Their beards are to blame 'cause it's hereditary We are feasting on the barley juice We grow our beards and keep it true Durin's sons are mountain-born Our hearts belong to Erebor I'm a wardwarf We are feasting on the barley juice We grow our beards and keep it true Durin's sons are mountain-born Our hearts belong to Erebor Wardwarf I'm a wardwarf Wardwarf I'm a wardwarf