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