Under stone and under sky, We swore that none of us would die Alone beneath a broken world, With shattered roads and banners furled. The mountain kept, the forest knew, The deep still whispered what was true: That if one people stood alone, The dark would grind them down to bone. Stone, root, and peak — hold fast, hold fast, Through blood and fire we were forged to last. Stone, root, and peak — no oath undone, Three burdens carried now as one. The dwarves remember buried flame, The sylvans guard the hidden name, The goliaths on the storm-line stand With iron breath and open hand. Yet halls of grief can poison well, And polished tongues can lie too well. They named the loyal one to blame, And called their cowardice by his name. Stone, root, and peak — hold fast, hold fast, Through blood and fire we were forged to last. Stone, root, and peak — no oath undone, Three burdens carried now as one. Now Emberdeep endures the night, Now Dûr Kharum seals out the blight, Now old things stir beneath the land And seek to break what still can stand. Then raise the shields and bar the gate, Let liars choke and tyrants wait. For if the deep would take us all, It first must break our final wall. Stone, root, and peak — hold fast, hold fast, Through blood and fire we were forged to last. Stone, root, and peak — no oath undone, Three burdens carried now as one.