[Verse 1]
We slept where the lich’s last echoes died,
Counted our scars and the spells inside,
Down through the dark where the firelights burned,
Three living embers watched and turned.
Rigg moved soft and Jinx moved slow,
Wise enough then not to let hellfire grow,
So we took the long road under stone,
Where the deep keeps every trespass known.

[Hook]
Oh, hammer fall in the halls below,
Cold is the forge where no fires glow,
Lantern shine on the buried wrong,
Wake not the dead with a reckless song.
Sondar sleeps, but not in peace,
Old grief waits where the anvils cease,
Hear that ringing, thin and dire—
Ghosts still work in the haunted fire.

[Verse 2]
The caverns soured, the waters spread,
Black wings stirred where few would tread,
Dino stood where the swamp-mist curled,
And death looked back from a ruined world.
No glory there, no battle cry,
Just a careful step and a reason why,
For not each beast in the dark below
Is a foe a living fool should know.

[Hook]
Oh, hammer fall in the halls below,
Cold is the forge where no fires glow,
Lantern shine on the buried wrong,
Wake not the dead with a reckless song.
Sondar sleeps, but not in peace,
Old grief waits where the anvils cease,
Hear that ringing, thin and dire—
Ghosts still work in the haunted fire.

[Verse 3]
Then rose the gates of Sondar’s crown,
Broken wide and beaten down,
Dwarf and Illithid, bone to bone,
Silent streets and an empty throne.
Laydrick watched and Rook pressed on,
Through the ruin of what was gone,
Till iron song through the stillness ran—
A hammer’s oath from no living hand.

[Bridge]
Valen marked his careful page,
Shield and Step for the coming age,
Jinx fed power into gold,
Five spell-levels in the ring now hold.
But the lantern’s truth was the crueler art:
Smiths of shadow, scene by heart,
Strike, then startle, then arm, then fade—
The last old cycle the dead ones made.

[Verse 4]
Dino reached where the tool lay bound,
Bent the rhythm, broke the sound,
And all at once those dwarven shades
Twisted black like butcher’s blades.
No forge-song then, no memory mild,
Only ruin, bitter and wild,
And in that light the truth was cast:
Some doors in Sondar should stay in the past.

[Final Hook]
Oh, hammer fall in the halls below,
Cold is the forge where no fires glow,
Lantern shine on the buried wrong,
Wake not the dead with a reckless song.
Sondar sleeps, but not in peace,
Old grief waits where the anvils cease,
Hear that ringing, sharp as wire—
Initiative in the haunted fire.