[Verse 1]
Beneath old stone where anvils slept,
Where dwarven ghosts their vigil kept,
The lantern burned with spectral flame,
And shadowed smiths forgot their name.

Then hammer rang and spirits rose,
In borrowed flesh they struck as foes.
Friend turned on friend in forge-fire light,
As Sondar woke to haunt the night.

[Pre-Chorus]
Hold the line, though the dead may call,
Stand your ground when the brave ones fall.
Steel may break and blood may run,
But dawn is earned, not given by sun.

[Chorus]
Raise the hammer, sound the horn,
Through haunted halls and kingdoms torn.
By fire, by faith, by wrench and blade,
The crown was found where queens decayed.
Sing of Sondar, deep and scarred,
Of ghosts unchained and victory hard.
Where whispers coil and shadows cling,
Beware the crown of the fallen king.

[Verse 2]
Valen cast with burning hand,
A flame that roared through ghost and man.
Leydrick bled, yet prayer still shone,
Calling life through shattered stone.

Rigg moved quick with rogue-born grace,
A stolen prize and blameless face.
From Dino’s claim to dwarven right,
The Thrower passed to holy might.

[Chorus]
Raise the hammer, sound the horn,
Through haunted halls and kingdoms torn.
By fire, by faith, by wrench and blade,
The crown was found where queens decayed.
Sing of Sondar, deep and scarred,
Of ghosts unchained and victory hard.
Where whispers coil and shadows cling,
Beware the crown of the fallen king.

[Verse 3]
Through broken gates and corpse-strewn ways,
They read the fall of elder days.
The queen carved runes through hunger’s breath,
While Mind Flayers marched the streets with death.

Upon her throne she waited still,
An axe of kin, a final will.
Silver gleamed above her brow,
And silence broke beneath them now.

[Bridge]
Then stone was split by worm and wrath,
A Neothelid tore the path.
Rook was swallowed, blade and scream,
Lost within that acid dream.

Rigg climbed high where sane men flee,
Wrench raised up in lunacy.
Dino struck with iron grace,
And carved escape through monster’s face.

[Final Chorus]
Raise the hammer, sound the horn,
Through haunted halls and kingdoms torn.
By fire, by faith, by wrench and blade,
The crown was found where queens decayed.
Sing of Sondar, deep and scarred,
Of ghosts unchained and victory hard.
Where whispers coil and shadows cling,
Beware the crown of the fallen king.

[Outro]
Now vaults lie wide with gold untold,
And whispered silver bites the soul.
To Arborea the road is drawn,
To gift the crown before the dawn.

But deep below, where dead halls mourn,
Old Sondar waits, bereft, forlorn.
So drink, remember, mark the sound:
Some treasures curse the hands that found.