A Song From the Mountaintop
Esteemed travellers,
With this chapter, you find yourself atop the Varren, one of many mountains of the Albweiss.
As you rest on your way to the Dwarven Temple atop, a song reaches your ears.
Feel invited to dwell in the words, or listen to this rendition of A Heritage of Flame and Steel.
Under the mountain deep and wide
Where stone-carved Kings in shadows bide
The fires burn where Forge was born
Through molten veins the steel is sworn
A thousand Clans now sing their song
In the heart of stone where they belong
The hammer’s clang
The Forge’s might
Lit up the dark
Defied the night
Beneath the halls where echoes sing
The temple guards the Crown and Ring
Oh halls of granite pride and flame
Each chisel marks a royal name
Beneath the Mountain’s iron Crown
The ancient halls go winding down
Faces carved in rock so grand
Guard the pride of Dwarven land
The echoes sing of Kings of Old
With hammers bright and hearts so bold
Their thrones of stone still hold the lore
Of battles fought and legends more
The halls resound with battle’s song
Of Dwarves who stood so fierce and strong
Their axes sang through steel and flame
And carved their glory into fame
The Anvils hum with ancient song
Of forging right and crushing wrong
A heritage of flame and steel
Oh Brothers hear the stories of the Kings who stood so tall
Their shadows dance in firelight upon the temple wall
A tapestry of ages stitched in veins of silver thread
The living honour what was built by those who now are dead
Oh the stone it sings of glory the echoes never fade
Through halls of gold and silver where their mighty hands once laid
Raise the Banner of the Stone
Our blood
Our name
Our temple’s throne
The Mountains hold our ancient lore
A heritage forevermore
Their shields bear scars of battles past
Their spirits forged to ever last
Through endless night and cavern’s wail
They carved their truth in this grand tale
Oh temple deep where Heroes dwell
Where tales of glory rise and swell
The blood of Clans runs through the veins
Of every stone in these remains
The halls resound with spirits’ might
Their wisdom guides us through the night
A treasure greater than all gold
Our history’s worth, more than told
The Anvils hum with ancient song
Of forging right and crushing wrong
A heritage of flame and steel
Oh Brothers hear the stories of the Kings who stood so tall
Their shadows dance in firelight upon the temple wall
Through every crack and crevice the spirit still remains
The courage of a thousand hearts flows within their veins
Oh temple of the ancients your secrets hold the key
To the Dwarves’ eternal legacy, their strength and unity
The hammer’s clang
The forge’s might
Lit up the dark
Defied the night
Beneath the halls where echoes sing
The temple guards the Crown and Ring
Oh halls of granite pride and flame
Each chisel marks a royal name
A song heard in the Dwarven Temple atop the Varren,
in the past, and sometimes in the present, still.
Under the mountain deep and wide
Where stone-carved Kings in shadows bide
The fires burn where Forge was born
Through molten veins the steel is sworn
A thousand Clans now sing their song
In the heart of stone where they belong
The hammer’s clang
The Forge’s might
Lit up the dark
Defied the night
Beneath the halls where echoes sing
The temple guards the Crown and Ring
Oh halls of granite pride and flame
Each chisel marks a royal name
Beneath the Mountain’s iron Crown
The ancient halls go winding down
Faces carved in rock so grand
Guard the pride of Dwarven land
The echoes sing of Kings of Old
With hammers bright and hearts so bold
Their thrones of stone still hold the lore
Of battles fought and legends more
The halls resound with battle’s song
Of Dwarves who stood so fierce and strong
Their axes sang through steel and flame
And carved their glory into fame
The Anvils hum with ancient song
Of forging right and crushing wrong
A heritage of flame and steel
Oh Brothers hear the stories of the Kings who stood so tall
Their shadows dance in firelight upon the temple wall
A tapestry of ages stitched in veins of silver thread
The living honour what was built by those who now are dead
Oh the stone it sings of glory the echoes never fade
Through halls of gold and silver where their mighty hands once laid
Raise the Banner of the Stone
Our blood
Our name
Our temple’s throne
The Mountains hold our ancient lore
A heritage forevermore
Their shields bear scars of battles past
Their spirits forged to ever last
Through endless night and cavern’s wail
They carved their truth in this grand tale
Oh temple deep where Heroes dwell
Where tales of glory rise and swell
The blood of Clans runs through the veins
Of every stone in these remains
The halls resound with spirits’ might
Their wisdom guides us through the night
A treasure greater than all gold
Our history’s worth, more than told
The Anvils hum with ancient song
Of forging right and crushing wrong
A heritage of flame and steel
Oh Brothers hear the stories of the Kings who stood so tall
Their shadows dance in firelight upon the temple wall
Through every crack and crevice the spirit still remains
The courage of a thousand hearts flows within their veins
Oh temple of the ancients your secrets hold the key
To the Dwarves’ eternal legacy, their strength and unity
The hammer’s clang
The forge’s might
Lit up the dark
Defied the night
Beneath the halls where echoes sing
The temple guards the Crown and Ring
Oh halls of granite pride and flame
Each chisel marks a royal name
A song heard in the Dwarven Temple
atop the Varren, in the past,
and sometimes in the present, still.
A Message from June 2025
Hello again,
A year has passed since I published this chapter.
As you know by now, I have started to create music from the songs I wrote for TGW.
I would love to share with you two versions of A Heritage of Flame and Steel.
The first is the rendition in the earlier author’s note:
A HERITAGE OF FLAME AND STEEL — ORIGINAL VERSION
You might also enjoy this second variant:
A HERITAGE OF FLAME AND STEEL — SUNG BY YOUNGER VOICES
Thank you for listening.
The Duckman
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