Bones of the Mountain
Under rock of Ironforge,
Of steel and stone.
Dwell those of the Bronzebeards,
Among all races known.
…
Axes stand at ready,
Crossbows are all strung.
As the Second War has reached them,
The dwarves shall stand as one.
…
The tides of darkness hit their shores,
Hellfire over sun.
The Bleeding Hollow sallies forth,
Like rivers blood does run.
…
The river becomes a trickle,
The Horde starts to withdraw.
Ironforge shall always stand,
Now and forevermore.
