Baumbart piosenki

With nothing to trade we reached this journey's end. Brought by destiny and fate we came to the Duuran land. The land, where mighty mountains highly soar above The Plains, And well-earned dwarven pride for all eternity remains. Where water falls a thousan...

A hollow bell from far away Is ringing in our ears A hollow bell is heard by us Sign of new day's pain Our "work" begins, down in the shaft Mining tin for dwarven lords Dwarven lords, our legends tell, are kind and noble men The real world though tells...

Blood of the lords and the crown of the king Has sunk in the driftsand of neverending dark. Tears of the falling and blood of the dead Has soaked the banks of Nórthórs vein of life. Towns have been burned and homes got destroyed, Children got orphaned un...

When times are tough and the world needs something more than lonesome heroes, the gods will lend their hands to those who deserve it. And so it comes, that there will always be unions against the evil, when- and whereever it will appear. 

Hours have passed since our lucky escape The dwarven ship is hard to sail In heavy fog above this land We slowly can see a shape On the highest branch of the biggest oak On these far-reaching meadows From his nocturnal sleep a falcon awoke And Hjálmar,...

When time has come to become stronger, the wise and sage ones will gather. When time has come to fight, the brave and strong ones will prepare. And time now has come. Right in the middle of Nórthór it took place, that servants of the gruesome dwarf-king behe...

The year is 107 Duuran Era in the Eastern dwarf-lands. Far from the rough western coasts, in the very East of Nórthór lies the mighty realm of Duur, a folk of brave, long-bearded dwarves, noble and kindhearted as none of the other dwarves. For a long time thi...

They've hidden in the bushes, they hidden in the fields Until they shot their arrows straight into our shields When spears had torn our sails, there was no escape After storms have tortured us, these dwarfs are our fate! The Deep Stream in the East Is re...

A wanderer that we have met At the river's southern shore Has told us stories 'bout a dragon In these darkblue stream. Older than the Nórthan mountains - IS THE DRAGON! Before the cloudy skies were born - HE WAS BORN! The beast lives in the depth of bl...

The longer we drift upon the Great Center Sea The more does our hope fade away Twentythree days and the same count of nights Passed by since we've left our home Storms have tortured us Forced us to our knees The shores still aren't in sight! The twent...

Infinitive sources of ore were found in the Southern Mountains Is this the turn to a new Thousandsprings? Is this the key to our wealth? But how shall we sell it? El'úthó's folks are poor. And Líthon, the Westland, unsung and obscure! Yet it's said, that...

"Assault! Enslavement! Murder! Beheading! Revenge! We the folk of bravery, folk of moon and stars so bright, We, the folk from Leafy Forest, folk of wolven night, Avenge oneself for the beheading of our venerable king! AAAAAHHHH!!!" The war between our...