We’ve dug our holes and hallowed caves

Put goblin foes in shallow graves

This day our work is just begun

In the mines where silver rivers run

Beneath the stone the metal gleams

Torches shine on silver streams

Beyond the eyes of the spying sun

In the mines where silver rivers run

The hammers chime on Mithril pure

As dwarven mines in days of yore

A craftsman’s work is never done

In the mines where silver rivers run

To dwarven gods we sing our praise

Put another orc in a shallow grave

We know our work has just begun

In the land where silver rivers run