The Dwarven Chant

In a gnarly forest of the ancient night The way is lost and hidden in conspiracy A glowing fire is lighting the abode Darkness befalls the everlasting green The sun has set and there is no way to go Surrounded by the whispers of the creaking woods Big Shadows are falling from the moon Coldness arises from the humid sparkling soil From a far coppice where the treetops fall asleep Voices are arising along their way Getting stronger with every single step Never heard this sound amidst of the Night Has the time come for a myth coming true? The reason for the harm, a reason for the plague Is it really true what the old have told? Nasty little feet bring the harm in our home The story of the old dwarven chant Always told by the oldest wood Never to be seen, never to be heard A human oath since knighthood Rumors being spread and lies go around Knights will revere and kings were crowned No one will bear, no one will dare An unforgettable sound Now so loud that it shakes the earth A reverential murmur, response from the roots The wood is pulling tight and the fire starts to flee There is no way to hide, no way to go A feast has begun in the winter’s decade Now they are ready to show their face Human’s harm is their joy of life A bloody massacre will end this day Should I run or should I rather climb? Where is the escape, where am I safe? They are near, surrounded by them This is the end, the slaughter has come A Myth was told A myth has been told so long ago A Myth was told A myth has been told so long ago Has the time come for a myth coming true? The reason for the harm, a reason for the plague Is it really true what the old have told? Nasty little feet bring the harm in our home Burning roofs and flying axes Whetting blades that compose a song A forgotten melody refreshed by the blood The chant which will once rise again

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Nov 12, 2025