In halls of stone, in halls of stone,
Our picks our quills, the Mine our tome,
With our own work, we build our World,
From rock and stone, we build our home.
In halls of stone, through layered rock,
We live whole lives needing no Sun
There’s gold which gleams, and fire of forge
The light of Day? No, we need none.
They say we Dwarves from surface came
For so we must, for so we must
They say we Dwarves the Sun disdained
And in its shine, we did not trust.
But know this well, but know this well,
And in your mind this knowledge lock:
We from no surface came; we’re from instead
Stone and rock, stone and rock.
From the Stone, we take our strength
For the Stone endures
You can carve it and shape it,
But the Stone is never yours.
From the Rock, we take our hearts,
Steady and strong, and yet as well
Dig down deep, to deepest rock
And strange things indeed do deep down dwell.
Through deep rock, we tunnel well
And there is meaning to our moil
Our lives we carve, as well as rock,
With the spirit of our toil.
In halls of stone, in halls of stone,
We build the World we make our own.
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“It’s a little-known fact, but Unicorns are something like 20% paint, and their horns are stolen exclusively from endangered species.”
― There and Never, Ever Back Again
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