[Intro]
Stone remembers
Iron knows
Deep below the timber
Ancient thunder grows

[Verse]
Old Brondar sat where the smoke curled black
With a scar down his beard and a bow in his back
His hammer was chipped, but his eyes were bright
Like coals that refused to surrender the night

[Pre-Chorus]
He heard the floor
He touched the grain
He spat his ale
And cursed the name

[Chorus]
Old Brondar’s Hammer knows the sound
Of hollow stone beneath the ground
Ring it once and wake the deep
Ring it twice where shadows sleep
Old Brondar’s Hammer, iron friend
Strike the dark at World’s End
If the buried gates are near
Let them tremble, let them fear

[Verse]
He spoke of halls where the old kings died
Of a door no dwarf would open wide
Of runes that burned with a starless flame
And a beast with no body and many names

[Pre-Chorus]
The mage turned pale
The bard stopped grinning
The thief looked once
Toward the beginning

[Chorus]
Old Brondar’s Hammer knows the sound
Of hollow stone beneath the ground
Ring it once and wake the deep
Ring it twice where shadows sleep
Old Brondar’s Hammer, iron friend
Strike the dark at World’s End
If the buried gates are near
Let them tremble, let them fear

[Instrumental]
Hammer on table, drums like stone
Fiddle cuts through marrow and bone
Guitars rise like mountain fire
Dwarven voices climbing higher

[Bridge]
I sealed one gate in my younger days
With blood and bronze and prayer
But evil sleeps with patient teeth
And waits beneath the stair

[Breakdown]
Thump, thump
Under the boards
Thump, thump
No mortal chord
Thump, thump
The old dwarf cried
The mountain door is still alive

[Build-up]
He lifted the hammer
The tavern shook
The flames bent backward
The rafters looked

[Chorus]
Old Brondar’s Hammer knows the sound
Of hollow stone beneath the ground
Ring it once and wake the deep
Ring it twice where shadows sleep
Old Brondar’s Hammer, iron friend
Strike the dark at World’s End
If the buried gates are near
Let them tremble, let them fear

[Chorus]
Old Brondar’s Hammer, raise it high
Let the sparks assault the sky
Stone may crack and kings may fall
But iron answers when we call
Old Brondar’s Hammer, iron friend
Strike the dark at World’s End
If the buried gates are near
Let them tremble, let them fear

[Outro]
Stone remembers
Iron knows
Deep below the timber
Ancient thunder grows