"Legends of men, now only in books, what we used to knew, now was took.
Forgive our curses, forgive our breath, it's been long since we knew who we were.
Sentenced in exile, against our will, our kindred made to forever stand still.
Spread among towns, our great skills unknown, seen as nothing now but old broken bones,
Forever we will remember, our king and the men, who stood for our culture now and again.
What was once known, forever enclosed, for we were the race always known, for our crafts and our skills and our great fulfills, Still Dwarven men, our Kindred's will."
(Non-Rp) - So I obviously got bored, and this might not make much sense but it's the best I could think of for Dwarven spirit
Forgive our curses, forgive our breath, it's been long since we knew who we were.
Sentenced in exile, against our will, our kindred made to forever stand still.
Spread among towns, our great skills unknown, seen as nothing now but old broken bones,
Forever we will remember, our king and the men, who stood for our culture now and again.
What was once known, forever enclosed, for we were the race always known, for our crafts and our skills and our great fulfills, Still Dwarven men, our Kindred's will."
(Non-Rp) - So I obviously got bored, and this might not make much sense but it's the best I could think of for Dwarven spirit
