歌词
Verse 1: In the heart of the mountain, where the fires burn bright,
We gather our kin, to stand and to fight.
With hammers and axes, our spirits ignite,
To defend our old halls from the armies of night.
Chorus: March, march, sons of stone,
To the beat of the drum, to the call of our own.
For the honor of our kin, for the glory of our throne,
We march to defend our ancient home.
Verse 2: Through tunnels and caverns, our voices will roar,
With the strength of the earth, we’ll settle the score.
No darkness can break us, no terror can bore,
For the heart of the mountain is ours evermore.
Chorus: March, march, sons of stone,
To the beat of the drum, to the call of our own.
For the honor of our kin, for the glory of our throne,
We march to defend our ancient home..
Verse 3: From the depths of the mines to the peaks of the stone,
Our ancestors’ spirits guide us back home.
With courage unyielding, our legacy shown,
We fight for the halls where our legends are known.
Chorus: March, march, sons of stone,
To the beat of the drum, to the call of our own.
For the honor of our kin, for the glory of our throne,
We march to defend our ancient home.
Verse 4: The clang of our hammers, the clash of our steel,
Echoes through mountains, our enemies feel.
With hearts made of granite, our fate we will seal,
For the love of our kin, for the strength of our will.
Bridge: With shields interlocked and our banners held high,
We’ll fight till the end, till the last of us die.
For the halls of our fathers, for the tears that we cry,
We’ll stand and we’ll fight, under the mountain sky.
Chorus: March, march, sons of stone,
To the beat of the drum, to the call of our own.
For the honor of our kin, for the glory of our throne,
We march to defend our ancient home.
