Oh, the halls of our fathers, halls of beaten gold
Oh, the halls of our fathers, halls of beaten gold
We left the halls in search of more, silence fell within
But while we were away, the orcs crawled in
Oh, the war-horns of our fathers, horns of bronze and bone
Oh, the war-horns of our fathers, horns of bronze and bone
Thousands of heroes rallied to the call, their war-cries rang
But against every iron heart, ten orcs would stand
Oh, the fields of our warriors, fields of blood and bones
Oh, the fields of our warriors, fields of blood and bones
So many fell the ground couldn't hold them all; on pyres they went
But when the battle came to an end, the orcs had fled
Oh, the halls of our fathers, halls of beaten gold
Oh, the halls of our fathers, halls of beaten gold
We left the halls in sorrow once more, silence fell within
For we were away far too long, and shadows crawled in