The Enchanted Hammer

[Verse] In the mountains high Where the fire's bright There's a dwarf with hands of steel Forging through the night With a hammer in his grip He's the master of the forge Crafting magic in his flames He'll make the realm's legends soar In the anvil's fire From dwarven mines it came Ore of the purest kind Through his skillful hands A magical item he'll design [Verse 2] With every mighty strike The echoes shake the core His hands never tire As he hammers more and more In the molten sea of blinding light He tempers hope and dreams Merging power Strength And grace The realm's enchantment gleams