Samman to the End - Tel'arato Dagor (FF)

[Gormal]

With an axe in the right hand we'll fend for the Hall.
With a mug in the left we'll shout forth our call.
"Forward Mithrilguard!" rings out 'cross the field.
The bearded line moves forward, ne'er shall it yield.

At the sweet sound of mithril crashing on steel,
We'll smite all our foes and then bring them to kneel
As we did for Bruenor when he gave us our name.
"To fight for the honor, not glory nor fame"

A thin band of mithril worn 'round the arm
Speaks of our promise to keep dwarves from harm.
We walk in the dark places no others dare tread
With a fist full of steel and fire in our heads.

At the end of the day before you find us asleep
We'll be in the tavern trying to stay on our feet.
There's more to this life then armor and blood.
We take solace in song and a nice foaming mug.

We pledge to to Hall, but to our brethen as well.
Endanger our brethen, and we'll see you in hell.
Samman to the end where we lie in our tomb
May Clangeddin be with us lest we fall all too soon.



*Samman translates to 'shieldbrother', 'battle companion', or 'trusted friend'. It is normally reserved for dwarves but can be extended to non-dwarven individuals (Hi Mogr!).