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.