Omake: When the Hammer Falls: A Bronzehill Song @Questor
Down in the deep,
Where the monsters used to sleep,
Glorious gold,
Glimmers in our home of old,
Dark as the night,
Where the day has lost its light,
When the hammer falls.
When the hammer falls,
And it sounds through the halls,
When the hammer falls,
Fed by treasures from our hauls,
When the hammer strikes,
And the city comes to life,
When the hammer pounds,
Like the thunder underground,
When the hammer falls,
When the hammer falls!
Of legend and myth,
Is the craft of the smith,
The molten metal poured,
And pounded into sword,
From the fire is made,
Every Imperial axe and blade,
When the hammer falls.
When the hammer falls,
Forging weapons for all,
When the hammer falls,
Songs of battle fill the halls,
When the hammer flies,
Lines of armored Dogs arise,
With the hammer's roar,
We go marching off to war!
When the hammer falls,
When the hammer falls!
Tyrants tried to force their law,
And we fought them paw to paw.
Sweat and blood,
Turned the ground to mud,
All the world in strife,
As we fought for a better life,
When the hammer falls.
When the hammer falls,
Back our enemy crawls,
When the hammer quakes,
Lowly cowards' bones will break,
When the hammer cracks,
And it beats their armies back,
When the hammer's boom,
Sends the monsters to their doom,
When the hammer falls,
When the hammer falls!
When the hammer falls,
Then our victory calls,
When the hammer falls,
Songs of glory fill the halls,
When the hammer flies,
Mighty heroes now arise,
With the hammer's sound,
Live the Dogs down underground,
When the hammer falls,
When the hammer falls!