Spitehammer from Battle Wraith by Necrovert
Tracklist
| 11. | Spitehammer | 3:42 |
Lyrics
Dwarves will dig for many a year
To reach a mountain’s soul
Some will shine like silver
And some will gleam like gold
But none could guess what we would find
At the heart of our bone-white peak
A vein of purest shadow
That left us drained and weak
“Seal the shaft,” old Durgin said,
“This ore will be our doom!”
But Morgren’s will would not be swayed
As his eyes flashed in the gloom
“This mountain’s ours,” bold Morgren said
“And this I now decree
“We’ll forge and shape this wicked ore
“Until it serves our need!”
With fire and fury, we labored and toiled
We crafted a hammer of spite
A weapon forged from the mountain’s hate
With steel as black as night
And though we sought to master it
We paid an awful price
For now we serve a master
with a heart as cold as ice
The Spite hammer sings and we answer its call
It bids us to march and to fight
We dye our beards red with the foes that we crush
In the fist of our dwarven might!
We can’t even tell you who started the war
Is this even a war that we fight?
With the song of the hammer inside of our heads
We can’t tell the wrong from the right
The hammer drives to madness
Its whispers never cease
I close my eyes and try to sleep
But there’s never a moment’s peace
I can’t recall the joy I felt
In mining gem and gold
My hand held near the roaring forge
Now trembles, icy cold
With fire and fury, we labored and toiled
We crafted a hammer of spite
A weapon forged from the mountain’s hate
With steel as black as night
And though we sought to master it
We paid an awful price
For now we serve a master
with a heart as cold as ice
The Spite hammer sings and we answer its call
It bids us to march and to fight
We dye our beards red with the foes that we crush
In the fist of our dwarven might!
We can’t even tell you who started the war
Is this even a war that we fight?
With the song of the hammer inside of our heads
We can’t tell the wrong from the right
And when the battle’s over
And the blood has all been spilled,
I know the hammer’s thirst for war
Is a cup that can never be filled
So, if you see us coming
With our beards stained crimson red
I beg you with what’s left of my heart
To run, or you’ll be dead
The Spite hammer sings and we answer its call
It bids us to march and to fight
We dye our beards red with the foes that we crush
In the fist of our dwarven might!
We can’t even tell you who started the war
Is this even a war that we fight?
With the song of the hammer inside of our heads
We can’t tell the wrong from the right
