The dwarves of Lork are showing all their honour
   when you walk on the Gandor secret hill
  
   The dance for fire and wind
   and the stories about old kings
   are pleasing our brave lords
   down in the village of dwarves
  
   The elves are playing under timeless willows
   while blue and red paint all my beloved land
  
   The dance for fire and wind
   and the stories about old kings
   are pleasing our brave lords
   down in the village of dwarves
  
   The eagle's eye is hiding something tragic
   but in this night the red wine rules in me
  
   The dance for fire and wind
   and the stories about old kings
   are pleasing our brave lords
   down in the village of dwarves
  
   And all night long me Arwald and Aresius
   we speak, we laugh, we honor our king
  
   The dance for fire and wind
   and the stories about old kings
   are pleasing our brave lords
   down in the village of dwarves
  
   And time has come now to ride
   before the end of the night
   the march of the swordmaster
   to the unholy fight