The Village of Dwarves

The dwarves of Lork are showing all their honour When you walk on the Gandor secret hill The dance for fire and wind And the stories about old kings Are pleasing our brave lords Down in the village of dwarves The elves are playing under timeless willows While blue and red paint all my beloved land The dance for fire and wind And the stories about old kings Are pleasing our brave lords Down in the village of dwarves The eagle's eye is hiding something tragic But in this night the red wine rules in me The dance for fire and wind And the stories about old kings Are pleasing our brave lords Down in the village of dwarves And all night long me Arwald and Aresius We speak, we laugh, we honor our king The dance for fire and wind And the stories about old kings Are pleasing our brave lords Down in the village of dwarves And time has come now to ride Before the end of the night The march of the swordmaster To the unholy fight