Lyrics:

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


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 time has come now to ride
Before the end of the night
The march of the swordmaster
To the unholy fight
And time has come now to ride
Before the end of the night
The march of the swordmaster
To the unholy fight
Unholy fight
Unholy fight